Seeing Lin Xiyue's worried expression, Luo Xiu couldn't help but feel a touch of warmth in his heart. At the same time, an idea formed in his mind—an idea that would allow him to escape his predicament tonight.
He clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain as he trembled and squatted down.
"I... I've suffered some serious injuries."
Lin Xiyue's face instantly lost its color. Clearly frightened, she rushed to help Luo Xiu to the sofa. It was no wonder she was scared; his clothes were almost completely dyed red with blood. Pure cotton clothing spread the stain the moment it came into contact with blood, and anyone would be startled to see someone covered in so much of it. Of course, what mattered more was that Luo Xiu's acting was superb—his expression, movements, and demeanor were all perfectly on point.
