Chapter 115: Inhuman in the Dead of Night

At eleven o'clock at night, Liang Zhou Yue, exhausted to the point of falling asleep, was jolted awake by a sense of oppression.

In a daze, she felt a series of minute touches, followed by a tingling sensation as if she had been electrified.

One hand against the man's chest, she stretched out the other to switch on the bedside lamp.

With a click, Liang Zhou Yue finally saw Jiang Li's face clearly.

"Jiang Li, I'm tired, can you please spare me?"

The man's face, illuminated by the warm yellow light of the lamp, appeared more defined.

The gentle visage from two years ago had now turned into a more mature, and icily handsome countenance, with shadows of time lending a rich coldness to his features.

His hair, which was about to touch his shoulders, was somewhat damp; he had gathered it all behind his head, revealing a smooth and full forehead, exuding a wild and dominant aura. The man, fresh out of the bath, carried the natural fragrance of shower gel.