A man behind a sniper rifle watched the two intertwined figures, his eyes turning red, his fists filled with protruding veins, wishing he could punch through the window and pull Lu Bai off Lu Xiaojiu.
Lu Xiaojiu slightly leaned back her neck, offering her softest, most beautiful side to that man, as if a monarch galloping on her.
How dare he!
Fury almost cost him his sanity. He suddenly aimed at Lu Bai's head, but just as suddenly, Lu Bai stood up with Lu Xiaojiu in his arms, her hands around him, her smile enchanting. Lu Bai pinned her against the bookshelf, an intense and storm-like plunder ensued.
The curtain opposite slowly drew shut.
Matthew slammed his fist onto the windowsill in anger, the sniper rifle losing its target.
Lu Bai's movements were heavy yet steady, one hand on the remote control, drawing all the curtains in the house.
