Lin Yuan's wound was bleeding at this time, and she tried to bear the pain on her neck and said difficultly, "let me go first."

Mu Yixuan's hand was released, and his eyes were staring at her as if he were staring at his prey.

Lin Yuan pulled the brocade quilt, straightened the messy hair and said coldly, "I'm not Ji ruoxun, and I have no obligation to meet your animal desire."

Mu Yixuan didn't respond very much. He had guessed the answer before. The only thing he didn't guess was that the woman told him the truth in order to keep her innocence. He couldn't help wondering how Kibo...