He stood up, loosened his joints, and returned the punch with a cold sneer.
Mu Jin Huan had learned his fighting skills in the army, and every move was solid. He avoided the punch even before the wind of it reached him.
The taut curve of his jaw and the dark, brooding black eyes seemed capable of devouring everything.
In the quiet private room, the sound of wine bottles falling to the ground echoed intermittently, mixed with the man's heavy breathing and muffled groans.
The women accompanying them were so frightened that they shrank into the corners, covering their mouths without daring to make a sound.
The only ones present who could keep a straight face were probably Tang Chengmo and Huo Yihan.
...
The car door was opened from the outside, and Nan Wan quickly looked over.
