The red sports car door swung open, and Senior Sister stumbled out from it. Despite the fresh blood streaming down her chin, her demeanor and gaze exuded utter relaxation and pleasure.
Shi Lingyan watched her, his finger twitching, and eventually, he stood up. With difficulty, he opened the car door and stumbled towards her.
Blood dripped from his black sleeve, the thick liquid spattering on the ground, drop by drop, winding along the roadside.
In front of him, Senior Sister was wearing that pitch-black mask. She looked at Shi Lingyan, her ever-stunning red lips slightly upturned.
Then, Tang Wu slid a knife from her sleeve, looked at him, and step by step, approached him, speaking softly, "Come down and join me, Ah Ling."
Come down and join me, Ah Ling.
Soon after, she sprinted towards him, the sharp dagger aimed straight at his heart.
If this stab went through, there was no doubt, it would be the end of the road.
