The night deepened.
Yu Zhizhi's palm felt numb. She bit her lip lightly, her face flushing crimson.
A sensual, muffled groan escaped the young man's throat.
Lou lifted his emerald eyes, which were clouded with thick desire. A mischievous smirk played in their depths. Yu Zhizhi felt a searing heat and instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
But he held it tight until he was finished.
After his release, a look of satisfaction washed over his face. He was about to say something when his brows suddenly furrowed—
The next second, Yu Zhizhi watched as his right emerald eye gradually turned pitch-black.
A white mist swirled around him. The man's short black hair grew wildly, like sprouting willow branches, and soon cascaded onto the bed, a striking sight.
They were still in the same position as before.
Incredibly intimate.
Lou's sudden disappearance left Yu Zhizhi unable to react.
