Everything was pitch black, and nothing was visible at all.
Gu Danyu clutched at the man's coat hem, pulling him back into the room.
"Yu Yu."
Lu Yancheng's voice was hoarse and dangerously low.
However, the young woman in front of him was focused on undoing his buttons, utterly oblivious.
Her slender, cold, white neck swayed before him, and the soft touch of her small hands grazed his skin from time to time, sending shivers all over his body.
Lu Yancheng bit his teeth and forcibly suppressed the impulse rising from the depths of his heart.
If it weren't for her serious expression, he would have suspected it was intentional.
Once the buttons were undone, his lean waist and several untreated wounds were exposed.
Gu Danyu's face was set as she gently touched the gunshot wound.
The next second.
Her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly, and she looked slightly startled.
Then, a low raspy voice near her ear mixed with a hint of teeth-gritting restraint, "Don't move."
