In the solemn and pitch-black night, countless raindrops merged into gloomy rivers, rapidly flowing across the surface of the soil and the underbrush.
Within Lu Xiaoyou's lake-clear eyes, Long Xiliang saw the truest version of himself.
He transformed into a beast of desire, wishing only to devour her completely.
Lu Xiaoyou made him lose control, go mad. When he came to his senses, a hint of confusion and astonishment flashed in his reddened eyes, slowly turning into shock and disbelief.
"Love?" He was a man who knew not what love was.
Lu Xiaoyou's fingers touched his broken brow, her moist fingertips traced the scar on the side of his face, sliding down until her hand rested on his shoulder.
She smiled seductively, heart-stirringly, "This is love, Long Xiliang, this is the love of a man for a woman.
