One could say, even if Ning Fan were a wild monkey, he still couldn't escape Xu Ruolan's Finger-Coiling Softness.
Moonlight, like a demon, poured into the bedroom through the glass window, resembling a layer of white frost.
The harmonious quiet was shattered by Ning Fan's sudden scream.
"Ah... What's stabbing me?"
"Ning Fan, what's wrong?"
Xu Ruolan was jolted awake, watching Ning Fan drenched in sweat, clutching his chest and gasping for air, as if suffering internal injuries.
Ning Fan's face showed a trace of pain, and he instantly sat cross-legged on the bed, hands loosely placed on his knees.
He circulated his energy through his body's meridians and felt as if his heart meridian was being controlled, with a faint pain lingering.
Although physicians can't cure themselves, Ning Fan knew deeply that someone had tricked him.
Perhaps... he was under some sort of curse.
In fact, he was right in his guess.
In a private room of a nearby five-star hotel.
