Her gaze remained fixated obsessively on Ou Jue.
Looking at the boy's handsome face, Xia Shiyi felt both nervous and expectant.
But in the next instant, the boy in front of her suddenly raised his arm and slammed it hard against the sharp corner of the coffee table.
In a split second, blood poured out.
Xia Shiyi froze mid-motion, her skirt halfway off. She stared at the scene in disbelief.
What was he doing?!
Consciousness and sensation slowly returned through the pain as Ou Jue stood up and coldly lifted his gaze.
The main light in the living room had been turned off by Xia Shiyi to set the mood, leaving only a warm, orange-hued floor lamp glowing softly.
Ou Jue sat on the sofa with a sense of chilly aloofness, his figure seemingly engulfed by the shadows layered behind him.
Blood continued to drip from his arm. His expression remained blank as he glanced at it, as if immune to pain, resembling a bloodthirsty demon emerging from Hell.
