The servants and bodyguards downstairs were all tiptoeing around, feeling that the atmosphere in the villa had finally changed. It was no longer as oppressive and gloomy as it had been for the past two years, and there seemed to be added warmth inside the house.
...
Shangguan Xiu went upstairs. With his hands full, he kicked the door open roughly with his foot and then walked into the bedroom.
Once inside the bedroom, he immediately kicked the door shut because An Xiaomian was still seated on the bed, her hands bound with his tie, her clothes hanging in tatters, barely concealing the spring scenery of her body.
Just one glance made his blood boil, barely controlling the fervor in his veins.
How could he not close the door.
If someone else saw it, he'd be furious!
Seeing him come in, with her clothes torn in many places and unable to cover much, An Xiaomian felt a surge of shame and anger when she noticed his gaze fixed on her.
