The hotel room was pitch black, the curtains all drawn. In the darkness, Li Shengxiao keenly detected the scent of blood...
His thin lips were tightly pursed, a hint of crimson glinting in his eyes. His sharply defined profile was as cold and smooth as jade, appearing calm without any change in facial expression, but a closer look revealed the tension in the muscles of his face, his noble and unparalleled good looks shadowed by a layer of frost.
Aside from the smell of blood, there was also the sound of a man's low moaning in the room, an ambiguous sound that could not help but lead one's thoughts astray.
A taste of blood rose in Li Shengxiao's throat.
He strode forward with long steps and without hesitation, turned on the light in the room...
No matter what scene awaited him after the lights were on, he was prepared.
But even with the room lit up, the dignified man's hawk-like eyes visibly narrowed to the size of needle tips!
