Mu Yiliang woke up groggily.
Her body felt as though it had been tortured, every part aching fiercely! She opened her blurry eyes and was greeted by a broad chest. The man's chest was well-defined, gleaming with a jade-like luster, but several crisscrossing bloodstains marred its beauty—those were her handiwork.
She was momentarily stunned and looked up to meet the man's dark eyes, her pupils immediately dilating!
She quickly rolled out of his embrace, but accidentally pulled a muscle, twisting her features in pain!
Yan Sijue looked at her coldly, maintaining his previous posture, without uttering a word.
Mu Yiliang carefully pulled the blanket over herself, wrapping her body, her face still carrying a defensive and wary look, mixed with a pitiable plea.
After last night, she was truly frightened!
Yan Sijue glanced indifferently at her, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed.
