Liang Anya breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."
Being by the side of such a demon sent chills down her spine, but it was still better than facing the big wolf dog in the basement.
The night deepened.
After Liang Anya finished wiping the bloodstains beside Si Yuheng's wounds, she picked up the basin and carefully said, "I'm going to go downstairs to pour out the water."
Having bandaged his wounds, Si Yuheng sat shirtless, his muscular torso on display, looking very tired. He slightly closed his narrow eyes, resting against the bed to recuperate, and hummed a response.
Liang Anya walked out of the bedroom and had just turned the corner past the stairwell's atrium when she heard a muffled commotion coming from the living room below.
It was the pleading and sobbing of men.
"Spare me, please! I beg the Hall Master to spare me! I won't dare do it again..."
The man was speaking in English.
Liang Anya stopped in her tracks and looked over.
