Time had ticked on until seven o'clock in the evening.
In Bairou's room, the air was thick with the scent of blood. On the pristine white bedsheets, a striking blossom of blood bloomed vividly.
Exhausted, Qingyu lay on his side on the bed, holding the completely unclad Bairou in his arms. Gazing at her exquisite, mature, and breathtakingly beautiful face, he could not help but let out a gentle sigh.
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