Leather jacket, leather pants, Martin boots.
Coming towards her was a dashing man, like a demon.
The man, as if taking a leisurely stroll, played with the dagger in his hand that glistened with a cold and eerie light, walking step by step up to her.
Wanting to say "Don't come closer," but just as Shi Ruyan opened her mouth, he waved his hand, and she floated lightly to the ground.
No, she fell into the clouds.
A warm sensation engulfed her, and the chill of falling into the cold pond completely disappeared.
Everything beneath was soft.
The entire body felt inexplicably comfortable.
A gentle touch, the man seemed to gently caress her face.
Shi Ruyan desperately wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt glued shut and she couldn't open them.
Beside her, the man's voice was enchanting and soft.
"Miss Shi, there's an old saying in Huaguo, 'It's better to live disgracefully than die honorably.' I deeply agree. What do you think, Miss Shi?"
