Shen Chen clutched his glass, slowly draining the wine.
Jiang Baiyi wore a grim expression, feeling utterly helpless.
Both of them were his brothers. He couldn't blame either one, nor could he take a side. For a moment, he found his frustration shifting toward Xu Su.
'It's true what they say,' he thought. 'A beautiful woman is nothing but trouble!'
Xu Su, whom Jiang Baiyi had just secretly branded a femme fatale, was being held firmly in Zhou Mochen's embrace, his hand clasped around her waist.
The thin silk comforter had long since been tossed to one side, leaving the two of them lying on the large bed.
Xu Su lay on the bed, her head turned to the side, her face slick with sweat.
The lights were out. In the pitch-black room, where one couldn't even see their own hand, Zhou Mochen's vision was surprisingly sharp.
The moment Xu Su bit down on her lip, his fingers pinched her jaw, forcing her to release it. "...Don't bite yourself."
