"I seem to have come at an inconvenient time. I hope I'm not interrupting anything," a flippant and carefree voice rang out.
Lou Xianyue's tone was hostile. "Anyone with a bit of sense would have already gotten lost."
"Well, I'm not leaving!"
He pushed the door open and entered.
Sang Luo straightened her clothes, trying her best to hide the alluring red marks on her shoulder, neck, and collarbone, but the sharp-eyed Anubia still caught sight of them. His expression changed drastically as jealousy flared, and he called out her full name.
"Sang Luo!"
Her heart skipped a beat. She looked at him helplessly. "What are you doing here?"
Anubia said huffily, "If I hadn't come back, would you have completely forgotten about me?! You've kept me locked away in a cold palace, and you haven't favored me once in five hundred years!"
