Manman said as she tried to help him up, holding back her sobs, "Brother Nian, take it slow, sit on the sofa first... Ah."
Suddenly her arm was flung aside by the man, and she herself was flipped onto the ground, staring blankly at the handsome man slowly rising from the floor.
Muo Huangnian's eyebrows and eyes were stained with blood, the lines of his profile as cold and sharp as the most bloodthirsty, heartless blade. He stared at the figure before him, Qin Lou, his lips curving into a strange smile, "You've admitted it," his hoarse chuckle, "It was you who admitted it with your own mouth."
So you must pay a higher price.
He turned and walked out.
Still in a daze, Qin Manman was stunned for a moment, then immediately scrambled up and rushed to grab his arm, pleading urgently, "Brother Nian, where are you going? You're still injured... the doctor is on the way..."
