Xia Shiyi stood up.
Her slender jade fingers hooked onto the zippers on both sides of her dress.
She slowly slid her dress down bit by bit.
Collarbone, chest, continuing down...
And her gaze, infatuated, remained fixed on Ou Jue.
Looking at the handsome face of the young man, Xia Shiyi felt both nervous and expectant.
But the next moment, the young man suddenly raised his arm and slammed it fiercely against the sharp corner of the coffee table.
In an instant, blood splattered.
Xia Shiyi paused slightly as she was halfway through taking off her dress, incredulously staring at the scene before her.
What is he doing?!
With some awareness and sensation returning through the pain, Ou Jue flipped and stood up, coldly lifting his eyes.
Xia Shiyi had turned off the main living room light to adjust the mood, leaving only a warm orange floor lamp.
Ou Jue sat coolly on the sofa, as if enveloped entirely by the overlapping shadows behind him.
