In the pitch-black room, the curtains were drawn tight, blocking out the hazy light of dusk.
The only illumination came from the faint light in the hallway.
Yu Zhizhi fumbled her way slowly to the bedside and saw a young man sitting with his back against the bed, bandaging his own abdomen.
In the darkness, his jaw was clenched and his green eyes were tinged with red. Rage practically threatened to burst from his chest.
Lou caught the scent of the little turtle—a faint, fresh fragrance like raindrops on leaves after a shower.
"Get out!" he growled, his voice hoarse.
He was gravely injured and needed to lick his wounds alone in a corner.
His very biology rejected the proximity of any other living creature.
Especially this little female he had already resolved to abandon!
Hearing the words Lou spat out, a small smile played on Ai Li's lips.
She knew this would be the result.
