Xuan Yingluo’s eyes turned cold as she quickly pressed down on his large hand.
However, the man behind her shook off her hand and pulled down the silk shirt on her shoulder. Half of her lustrous shoulder was exposed. The scars that were interlaced with scars from before had long disappeared. Her skin was white and flawless, her skin was as smooth as a newborn baby’s.
The man’s gaze paused.
At this moment, Xuan Yingluo grabbed his arm and bit down hard.
Hiss.
She bit down hard. Her sharp little fangs had already pierced through his muscles. Ah Wu snorted lightly. At this moment, he stretched out his other hand and pinched her cheeks with his slender fingers, forcing her to open her mouth.
The two of them made some noise, and the people outside soon heard it. It was someone who said, “Who, what’s that sound?”
Xuan Yingluo was shocked and did not dare to move. She glared at Ah Wu.
