One hour later.
Li Yu got out of bed, bending over to pick up the long shirt and pants from the floor with his slender fingers, then slowly dressed himself. His wheat-colored healthy skin was covered with tiny water droplets, and the crystal-clear drops ran over the sensual lines of his skin, highlighting a wild and alluring charm.
His glass-like narrow eyes still held traces of blood, and his handsome features interwove with intense pleasure and pain.
Glancing down, he saw his shoulders and chest covered in marks, bitten and scratched by her.
There was also a bloody wound on his waist, now open and the glaring blood flowing out again.
He reached out and casually pressed the wound, then turned his head to look at the girl on the bed.
Chuxia lay on the bed, her whole being like a broken doll. Her beautiful irises stared blankly at the ceiling, as if unable to close.
