Liang Manyue emerged from her suite, forcefully shutting the door while gasping for breath, only to face the man standing opposite her, lazily leaning against the railing.
"Miss Liang."
The man's voice was pleasant to hear, much like his appearance, seemingly imbued with an innate seductiveness.
Everyone in Lancheng said that Tang Yuezhe was a woman's doom, but she had always thought that was because the man Feng Xing was too obscure.
He seemed to always hold a cigarette between his fingers, carry a handsome and sexy face, maintain a nonchalant and flirty expression, and keep his true heart forever hidden.
Manyue didn't dare look into his eyes. Mo Shiqian's clarity was piercing, and he smiled in a way that set her heart racing, "Shiqian's hand...got hurt, you should take him to get it bandaged."
Feng Xing flicked ash from his cigarette and said with a smile, "Your fiancé has taken an aphrodisiac, you refuse to give yourself to him?"
