Ning Yuan's heart seemed to be about to explode.
She widened her eyes slightly and looked at the man who had kissed her in disbelief.
Did he know what he was doing?
Did he want to be the antidote?
Ning Yuan's muddled mind was filled with thoughts. Seeming to have noticed that she was distracted, there was a sudden pain at the corner of her lips.
He bit her hard.
"What are you thinking about?" The man's low and dangerous voice sounded.
Ning Yuan swallowed and looked at the man's deep dark eyes with tear-filled eyes. She said with a slightly hoarse voice, "Thinking about your intentions?"
A faint smile flashed past the man's dark eyes. "What do you want?"
"My intention."
"It's good that you know."
Without waiting for Ning Yuan to say anything, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
Someone had hit the switch of the shower and the cold water sprayed down from the top of their heads, drenching them.
