Disaster
Editor: Atlas Studios
The man's strong and cold aura gradually approached. Shen Fanxing bit her lips and turned to hide…
Suddenly, she felt a grip on her wrist. Then, the man used his tall height to lift her hand and flipped her onto the floor-to-ceiling window.
The floor-to-ceiling window was warm, and Shen Fanxing's bare back was leaning against it. She didn't feel cold, but the man's scent made her at a loss.
Especially his dark eyes that were staring at her. The possessiveness and aggressiveness in his gaze made Shen Fanxing shy and anxious.
"Why is it you?"
"Who do you think it is?"
Bo Jinchuan spoke in a low and hoarse voice that made Shen Fanxing's scalp tingle.
"It was clearly Mom just now…"
Shen Fanxing thought of Lou Ruoyi, who had just opened the door. Even though the atmosphere was ambiguous and her mind was in a mess, Shen Fanxing managed to react halfway.
She was about to be buried!