She thought that the perfectly apathetic Long Xiliang didn't love her.
Even if this man subconsciously yearned for her, he would never let a woman hinder his ambition for power and supreme position!
The man leaned against the headboard, Lu Xiaoyou lay on top of him.
She kissed the scars on the man's chest; he was not only wounded here, but everywhere else on his body.
Even though Long Xiliang's healing ability was beyond ordinary, the scars on his body wouldn't heal easily.
She kissed every scar on his body.
She cradled his hand, her soft lips exploring the dark red scab marks on his fingers.
These were new wounds.
It happened at Beijing Airport, when he choked the woman who had splashed Lu Xiaoyou with paint.
That woman had scratched and drew blood on Long Xiliang's fingers while struggling.
"I'm hurt here too." Long Xiliang turned around to show her his back.
The woman's soft lips fell upon his back.
