Long Xiliang lifted the plastic bag in his hand and asked her, "Do you still need sanitary pads?"
"No need~" Lu Xiaoyou replied.
Sure enough, she was deceiving him.
She tricked him so that she could find a knife to stab him.
Lu Xiaoyou's fingers deftly turned, the sharp tip of the knife gently traced along the scar on his chest.
The scent of blood burst forth.
He was shot, the wound was an irregular circle, the cold, bright moonlight spilled onto the man's sturdy chest.
In the faint light, Lu Xiaoyou seemed to be playing, tracing along his scar, leaving marks.
Dark red droplets of blood slid down the surface of his skin...
It was a kind of trembling beauty, the black fabric accentuating the man's skin to an exceptional whiteness, the shimmering blood like jewels, flashing brilliant light as it flowed...
