As the door closed, the bedroom sank into a deathly silence.
The curtains were drawn tight, and in the dim light, dust floated like gray mist.
The thick, pungent smell of herbal medicine mixed with an inexplicable stench, filling the cramped room.
Li Jiajia was sprawled on the bed, limbs flung wide.
She rolled those bloodshot eyeballs, looking Fang Cheng up and down.
When he had just grabbed her by the neck, she had instinctively sensed that inside this man's body was hidden an extremely terrifying power.
This guy was definitely not someone easy to mess with.
If they went head‑to‑head, she would likely suffer; she had to change tactics and find out what he was really capable of.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant; her eyes turned, and the corners of her mouth lifted.
"Handsome... you're so bad."
A rough, masculine voice floated out of her mouth, yet it deliberately took on a seductive tone, stretching out the ending syllables.
