Wuyang looked at the utterly weakened Wen Xiao'ai, who didn't have the strength to move, and smiled.
"What's the matter, can't jump anymore? Can't bounce anymore? Weren't you very restless and bouncy? Go on, continue," Wuyang's mocking voice rang out.
Wen Xiao'ai was so weak that she couldn't even speak, her face pale without a hint of color, her brain foggy, and her breathing unstable.
She just forced her eyelids open, watching Wuyang.
Wuyang turned around to pour himself a glass of red wine, then sat down by the bed, coldly smiling at Wen Xiao'ai.
His wrist moved lightly, swirling the wine in his glass, the red wine rolling along the edges, releasing a rich and seductive aroma.
Wuyang slightly tilted his head, drinking elegantly, appearing to be in a very good mood.
"Where is your knight in shining armor, Jun Moyan? Why isn't he by your side?"
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