It Was So Red It Might Drip Blood

Lu Tingchen's lips twitched. "You're a lady—how can you speak in such a crude manner?"

What was this unruly behavior—first grabbing someone's rear, then taking their pants off?

She was acting exactly like a female hooligan!

"How am I supposed to check her wounds if I don't take off her pants? My eyes can't see through things," Lu Liangwei retorted with absolute conviction.

"Fine, I'll leave." Lu Tingchen was totally speechless.

It was not appropriate for him to stay, anyway, so he turned and left.

Zhu Yu lay on the bed,  flat on her stomach. Her initially pale face was now so red it might actually drip blood.

Really, this young Miss…