Zhou Yu carried Xuan Yingluo to a small straw hut where a hunter lived. There was a bed there. Zhou Yu gently placed Xuan Yingluo on it and turned around to leave.
Xuan Yingluo kept dragging the broken jade. Her long hair was wrapped around her snow-white swan neck. She stretched out her other hand and slowly stroked her flat lower abdomen.
Her stomach hurt.
For some reason, her stomach was throbbing with pain.
At this moment, Zhou Yu returned. He picked up some branches and lit them with flint. Warm Sparks quickly filled the hut, driving away the darkness and coldness of the night.
