Záchvat

The loud gunshot echoed through the quiet penthouse. The man who fired the shot sneers down at the bed. He couldn't wait to hear the woman cry in pain.

From what he was told, the woman is the beauty, Han Yue Ling. Even he can't help but be jealous that a man like Lu Tian is able to keep her by his side.

However, after the gun shot, all was still and quiet with no sound of a woman crying.

His brows knitted tightly, and he quickly grabs the blanket.

By now, both men's eyes had slightly adjusted to the darkness, but once the blanket was pulled, all they saw was what looked like feathers floating in the air.

"…."

Both men were rooted to the ground. Neither could comprehend what happened.

"Grr…."

A low growl sounds from the bed and quickly brought the senses back to the two men. They could see the outline of something hair on top of the bed.

"What the fuck-!"