At this moment, An Xiaoni didn't know where to cover herself. She pulled her legs in and backed away, retreating to the very edge of the bed until she tumbled off. She reached out, trying to grab the bedsheet to shield her body, but Gu Yanzu lunged forward and seized her arm.
His eyes glowed with a sickening light, as if he were looking at some precious prize. "Don't struggle, little treasure. Let's make this quick; a little fun won't kill you."
Gu Yanzu grabbed her ankle with one hand and her arm with the other, dragging her back. During the struggle, the blood from the cut on An Xiaoni’s forehead smeared onto the pristine white sheets. Each stain, like a blooming crimson rose, possessed a chaotic, decadent beauty that only served to excite the perverse Gu Yanzu even further.
Chapter 67