Mu Yun Thought

In the SVIP ward of the hospital, Li Yunxiang, no, it should be Mu Yunxiang. She trembled as she put her clothes back on.

When the fabric of her clothes touched the kiss mark on her skin, she could not help but frown. However, she still gritted her teeth and put on her clothes. She quietly got off the bed. She was afraid that the man who was sleeping on the bed would find her and she would not be able to leave.

But just as she was about to get off the bed, her slender wrist was tightly held by a large hand.

The man's cold voice sounded in the quiet air. "You wanted to leave so badly. Didn't you have a good time just now?"

Mu Yunxiang did not say anything, but she did not think about leaving. She just sat there quietly like a doll without a soul.

Two years ago, she was already a dead person. In the eyes of outsiders, that vivid and beautiful Mu Yunxiang was just a person's image that she deliberately disguised.