As Huo Shen finished speaking, An Xiaowan raised her head, tilting it back as if feeling suffocated. Her beautiful neck formed an alluring and seductive arc, like a graceful swan.
Huo Shen barged in willfully and lowered his head, biting at An Xiaowan's neck.
His aura was domineering, and his pride emperor-like, burning him like fire.
That night, An Xiaowan felt as if she was placed into a pool of lava, constantly floating and sinking, continuously burning her soul.
An Xiaowan didn't know how long she was in a daze, and then, finally, everything went black.
—
The next morning, An Xiaowan woke up feeling hungry.
The enormous room was empty, and Huo Shen had already left.
An Xiaowan's nose twitched at the aroma of food in the air, and her stomach rumbled loudly in response.
"Knock knock."
