Chapter 200 Our Hell Is Hot Enough To Burn Him
- “She's awake? Great. I'll be there soon.” Drawing closer, his words, though lowered, seeped into her ears as his musky scent invaded her nostrils.
- His back view was majestic — with upper body nude, his muscles contorted lightly cos of the smallest of movements.
- Yet, an arm dangling was black as her eyes, but trails of red crawled all over it — those were his blood.