In the warm room, an amber crystal lamp cast a soft glow, illuminating every corner.
The spacious bed was covered in spotless, snow-white bedding.
Yet at that moment, a bloodied figure lay atop it, standing in stark contrast to the pristine bed and looking utterly out of place.
After cleaning up the water on the floor, Tang Yuehua wiped the sweat from her brow. Massaging her aching waist, she looked at the figure on the bed and could not help taking a deep breath.
After hesitating for a while, she fetched a basin of water, slowly approached the bed, and gently sat down.
Her slender hand picked up the towel from the basin. After wringing out most of the water, she began wiping the man's face.
Once, then twice.
The bloodstained face quickly became clean and fair.
His delicate skin was smoother and more tender than a newborn's. Sword-like brows, long upturned lashes, a high nose bridge, and perfectly shaped lips came together to form a face of peerless beauty.
Tang Yuehua stared at that breathtakingly handsome face before her and could not help becoming entranced.
She had always been confident in her appearance. Although she was nearly forty, she had taken excellent care of herself and looked no older than twenty-six or twenty-seven. Her skin was supple and smooth, as if it could break at the slightest touch.
But at this moment, her confidence took a blow.
Leaving everything else aside, the man's skin was far better than hers, despite all her careful maintenance.
Staring blankly at that peerlessly beautiful face, Tang Yuehua could not help reaching out and gently stroking it.
The soft, smooth, delicate sensation made her narrow her eyes in pleasure.
Just then, the man on the bed moved slightly.
Tang Yuehua jolted awake. Like a