The Gigolo Wants to Settle Scores

In his sleep, Di Beiming felt that his limbs were tightly wrapped by an eight-clawed demonic fish. He was suddenly startled awake!

Di Beiming opened his eyes and could not help but be in a trance. Although he did not light a candle, the moon was very bright that night and the room was well-lit. He saw Yun Chujiu resting one arm on his chest and one leg on his leg. She was sleeping soundly. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth and she smacked her lips from time to time.

The corner of Di Beiming's eyes twitched and he said in a low voice, "So ugly!"

Di Beiming glanced at the handkerchief wrapped around Yun Chujiu's arm. There were faint traces of blood on it and he immediately figured the whole story.

Di Beiming's heart felt warm. The anger from before instantly dissipated. 'Hmm, the black thing still cares about me. Those words from before must've been angry words. I will not lower myself to her level!'