The man waiting on the bed wasn't in much better shape.
The usually elegant and aloof Seventh Young Master was actually tossing and turning on the bed, far from calm.
Has anyone ever seen such a Seventh Young Master?
If someone really saw it, whether they could live past tomorrow would still be uncertain.
Hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Gu Beicheng cleared his throat and suddenly sat up.
One leg stretched out on the bed, the other bent, he leaned lazily against the headboard.
The man held a glass of red wine in his right hand, and the moment Xia Yinian came out, he raised the goblet and took a light sip.
This guy truly is a charmer.
Just one glance, and Xia Yinian almost lost her balance and fell.
Fortunately, her skills now were different from before, otherwise she might have really ended up face down on the ground like a fool.
