Lu Xiaoyou was pulled up by the man, her whole body raised.
Facing him, her hands naturally wrapped around his neck.
The man's breath fell upon her face, a scent she adored, extremely alluring and comforting.
The woman's fingers cradled his head, threading through Long Xiliang's hair.
Long Xiliang let out a low sneer from his throat.
"Lu Xiaoyou, what do you mean? Trying to please me? Or do you throw yourself at any man?"
Sarcasm flickered in his eyes, unclear whether he was mocking himself or others.
"Really don't remember who I am?"
"Hmm..."
Her silence, in Long Xiliang's eyes, was affirmation.
She truly doesn't remember him!
Upon confirming this, the aura emanating from the man changed completely!
"Ugh!!" Lu Xiaoyou exclaimed softly, intending to slap his shoulder but hesitated.
His shoulders were riddled with wounds.
The man stared at her, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
She shrank her hand back, but when she wanted to escape, it was already too late.
