Even though she had been with Mo Weiyi since they were teenagers, over the many years he was her bodyguard, she his princess. They had never had such close physical contact.
Xiao Yebai stood to the side, watching as Rong An bent down, one arm draped over her shoulder, the other was hooked around her legs, lifting her up horizontally, then, he left downstairs.
The entire villa fell into deathly silence.
After an everlasting period of time, Xiao Yebai withdrew his gaze and turned around to open the door.
The instant his hand touched the door handle, he abruptly froze again.
He lowered his head, slowly loosening his fingers, then flipped his hand over.
In his palm, unbeknownst to him as to when it happened, there was blood...
He flipped his hand back.
The teeth marks on the back of his hand were still there, but the bloody lines were already starting to coagulate.
This blood was not his own.
**
During lunch break, Su Wanwan had sent Mo Weiyi a WeChat message.
