An Xiaoyu gazed at the man before her, with deep-set eyes and slightly upturned lips. Every smile and frown exuded elegance, yet carried a hint of wickedness.
This man, he truly wasn't as harmless as he appeared. He was outrageously malevolent, practically scheming to the core!
Yet, before others, he maintained an indifferent, proud, noble, and elegant demeanor, akin to a pristine lotus that one can admire but not taint.
But in private, when he was with her?
This guy was like a completely different person, dripping with mischief! He seemed like an ancient demon that had taken human form!
Although these past few days, they were together almost all the time, nearly twenty-four hours a day, their intimacy was almost nonexistent!
After all, she still had injuries, and during those days, all he was worried about were her wounds, always being cautious, just hoping she would get better soon.
