Wang Yu glanced at the woman and, with a frown, said coldly, "Put your clothes on, lest my eyes develop styes from seeing those hanging melons."
It was only after his reminder that the woman realized what was happening.
However, the first thing the woman did upon coming to her senses wasn't to immediately put on her clothes, but instead, she screamed and then fainted on the bed, obviously frightened into unconsciousness.
Wang Yu sneered and couldn't be bothered to attend to the woman any further. Although she was still alive, she wouldn't be able to escape death in the end.
Zhou Qitian, clutching at his injured wrist, watched Wang Yu with a pale face, cold sweat running down his forehead like rain and his body trembling non-stop. Bright red blood continuously dripped from his wrist, quickly staining the bedding.
