His voice was husky and deep, exuding an extreme competence, like the notes of a cello piercing into Lu Xiaoyou's ears.
The scent on this man was so intense that if it hadn't been so strong, Lu Xiaoyou would not have detected it when ascending the stairs.
Lu Xiaoyou also noticed that upon seeing her, the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.
Lu Xiaoyou realized something was amiss. For someone like Long Xiliang to erupt with emotion, how could he not suppress it?
"What's wrong with you?" She dropped her hand from lifting the curtain, took a step forward, and Long Xiliang felt her approach, his chest heaving violently.
"Don't come any closer!" He growled through clenched teeth, like a lion on the verge of losing control.
Lu Xiaoyou wrapped her arms around him from behind.
Having reached this point, why hold back any longer?
