The long black dress on Su Qianxun had long since been torn into shreds, and it formed a distinctive contrast with her fair skin. To Long Sijue, it was an extremely seductive sight.
A thin layer of fragrant perspiration coated her body while her wet black hair were messily stuck on her face. There were blood stains all over the bed sheet underneath Su Qianxun, and they resembled blossoming red spider lilies.
The young woman was in immense pain because of the aphrodisiacs. She moved her body in agony and moaned like a kitten from time to time.
When Long Sijue saw the state the young woman was in, his breath froze. He quickly walked to the side of the bed, intending to carry the young woman and get her out of that place.
