A tall figure hovers over her, those deep eyes sparkle with a dark warmth.
The very next second, Mu Xiaojiu already leans down to kiss Baili Xia's lips, stopping any cries she might voice.
Their bodies intertwine forcefully in an instant.
She opens her mouth, the broken low moan that she can't help but release, gushed out: "Ah..."
...
After everyone left, there was only Lu Xuening alone in the room.
Soon, someone returned.
The door was pushed open, and someone walked in.
Lu Xuening still sat at the dressing table, staring blankly at her face in the mirror.
Knowing fully well that someone had entered, she completely ignored them.
Her forehead was injured, and now, it was still bandaged.
Because she couldn't put on make-up, her face looked terribly pale.
The more she looked in the mirror, the colder she felt, and the more she resented.
Curse that Baili Xia, she almost ruined her face!
