Qi Yan waved his hand to dismiss the servants.
The long corridor and the large room were cold and lifeless. Only the wall lamp on the wall gave off a dim yellow light.
Cold silence.
He raised his long, snow-white fingers and pinched his temples.
The man's Red lips curled into an unhappy arc, and his white forehead gradually oozed with fine cold sweat.
Her head started to hurt again.
Damn it.
Qi Jin stepped into the bedroom and walked to the bedside cabinet. He pulled open the drawer and took out a bottle of medicine.
He took off his white gloves, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured out two pills. The man gently lowered his head, bit the two pills, and swallowed them with water.
The young and beautiful officer fell onto the spacious bed as if he had lost all his strength. His eyes were slightly closed, and his thick, curled eyelashes were trembling. Even his red lips had lost their color.
He felt inexplicably irritable.
So annoying ...