"How could you be such a heartless and faithless man? Had I known, I wouldn't have risked my life to save yours."
Shu Ci's figure was exceedingly enchanting and graceful, full of charm, but her slender jade-like feet were exceptionally delicate and exquisite, truly a natural-born calamity.
Her cold toes lightly grazed against his ankle, and Baili An suddenly straightened his body, disregarding his injuries, he turned coldly, intending to leap out the window.
Quick as lightning, Shu Ci wrapped her arms around Baili An's waist, secretly biting the tip of her tongue, a trickle of fresh blood immediately seeping from the corner of her lips.
Shu Ci had always been more sensitive to pain than most people, and her eyes soon brimmed with moist mist.
Baili An suddenly caught a whiff of a faint bloody scent in the air, his rigid body halted, and he turned to look at her face.
He suspiciously furrowed his brow and said, "Are you hurt?"
