Ruka had finished dealing with military affairs and wanted to check on Qiao Suisui. Just as he stepped onto the corridor, he saw Carl coming towards him.
He was carrying someone in his arms, and even though he covered the person from head to toe with his spacious overcoat, Ruka didn't have to guess to know who it was.
He stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing slightly, as he emitted a faint air of intimidation.
Upon seeing Ruka, Carl raised his eyebrows and gave a lazy smile, whispering softly, "There was no choice, I was worried she might catch cold from the sweat."
"That's not the point," Ruka's gaze fell on Carl's collar, noting that three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing reddish scratch marks on his neck and tiny bite marks near his collarbone.
His shirt was half tucked in at the waist, half hanging out of his pants, his whole demeanor exuding satisfaction.
Seeing this, a vein throbbed on Ruka's forehead, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened.