Masked Man

In his fury, he was like a devil from hell, with a terrifying aura and no sense of rationality.

"Follow me." He roughly pulled Luo Shumo up from the bed, not caring about her feelings at all.

"Fu Yuchen, what do you want to do, you bastard?" Just as Luo Shumo cursed out, Fu Yuchen had already made his move.

"Ah!" Luo Shumo accidentally fell to the ground. Her weak body wasn't strong enough to let her stand on her own.

Luo Shumo, who was lying on the ground, had a pained look on her face. Cold sweat was dripping down her face, and her lips were cracked and dry.

Was the cold so bad that night in the rain? Fu Yuchen was furious. Was this how Gong Shaochen took care of her?

It had been a few days and his body still hadn't recovered. After a few moments of hesitation, Fu Yuchen forcefully pulled Luo Shumo up from the ground.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful here. Let's go." The fierce Fu Yuchen made people look so scary.