She said this as she glanced at the wall clock; it was already midnight.
Her eyes were somewhat flustered. This tyrant had told her to be in his room by ten to read to him, but she had overslept. Would he resort to violence against her again?
An Ge gazed nervously at the man's enigmatic, cold face looming over the large bed. She pursed her lips, quickly threw off the covers, and got out of bed.
Her bare feet touched the carpet, her smooth, fair toes curling in tension, but in Huo Shaoyan's eyes, it added a certain allure.
His phoenix eyes swept past her toes swiftly, before looking away.
His breathing became noticeably more labored than before. He felt that Huo Zhendong's attempt to assault An Ge wasn't entirely Huo Zhendong's fault; it was this woman An Ge, with her irresistible allure, who was to blame, deserving of men's attentions.
"Are you planning to stand there until dawn?"
The man tossed down these words and then walked out of her room.
An Ge quickly followed.