At that time, Shen Chu'an could no longer recognize who the person was, she only knew someone had entered, the monitor on the table emitting a gloomy red light. Her body was agonizingly burning, she tried her best to cover up with the quilt, clasp her clothes tight, and wrap herself up securely.
She knew, of course, that it was futile.
Her reddening cheeks were streaked with sweat, like a luxuriant rose blooming to its last, the flower's heart containing dewy morning tears, her eyes a mix of confusion, fear, and a deep, soul-stealing desire, as well as her unclothed body that she had yet to cover up... Huaichen's throat moved up and down, unable to resist walking over.
He extended his hand to touch Shen Chu'an's cheek, only to be bitten fiercely the moment he made contact!
