She thought that the perfect Long Xiliang, who seemed to forsake all love, didn't love her.
Even if this man subconsciously longed for her, he would never let a woman impede his ambition for power and supreme position!
The man leaned against the headboard, Lu Xiaoyou resting on him.
She kissed the scars on the man's chest, and it wasn't just there that he was injured; his body was covered with wounds everywhere.
Even though Long Xiliang's healing ability was extraordinary, the scars on his body would not heal so easily.
She kissed every scar on his body.
She took his hand and softly explored the dark red scab marks on his fingers with her lips.
This was a new wound.
It was from when he grabbed that woman by the neck at Beijing Airport, the woman who had spilled paint all over Lu Xiaoyou.
As the woman struggled, she used her nails to scratch blood marks on Long Xiliang's fingers.
"I'm injured here too." Long Xiliang turned, showing her his back.
