Li Xiaoxiao's eyes fleetingly flashed with coldness, her lips curled imperceptibly. She glanced in a certain direction, seeing a slender figure suddenly appear by the window, holding an unconscious woman with ease, as if carrying a chick. The figure glanced at her expressionlessly, the gaze as cold as a millennium-old frozen lake, making her mind go blank, knees weak, almost wishing to kneel at his feet.
The figure walked past her, striding towards the bed. The man was still fumbling around, nearly touching the woman when the figure simply waved a hand. An astonishing scene occurred, as the hundreds-of-pound man was effortlessly swept away by what seemed like a gust of wind.
