Fei Chen said in a low voice,
"Miss Su, please forgive us."
After he finished speaking, he bowed and left.
Lin Moyu hurried into the room and lifted the bed curtains.
She saw Su Ye with teary eyes, one hand clamped over her mouth.
Lin Moyu panicked.
"Young Master?"
Su Ye moved her hand and licked her lip.
The taste of blood instantly filled her mouth.
'That damn bastard.'
She angrily slammed her fist on the bed.
She must have used too much force because, with a sharp CRACK, the bed frame snapped in the middle and instantly collapsed.
「An incense stick later.」
In Lin Moyu's room, Su Ye had changed back into women's clothes and was sitting in a chair.
She was examining her lip in a bronze mirror.
'If he had used any more force, he would have bitten a chunk of flesh right off.'
A clear teeth mark was imprinted on her lip.
'That man was all "benefactor this" and "benefactor that," talking me into a daze.'
'But when he bit down, he didn't show any mercy at all.'
