In the blink of an eye, the blood dripping from the man's arm stained a small portion of the bedsheet red.
Frustrated, he withdrew his hands that were about to reach for Qin Yiren, pulled down his sleeve, impatiently got out of bed, and went to open the door. While walking, he muttered in annoyance, "Cousin, I'm busy right now. Can't we talk tomorrow instead…"
As he spoke, Liu Liang, completely off guard, removed the chain lock from the door.
Before he could pull the door open himself, someone on the other side abruptly pushed hard against it. He stood behind the door unprepared and was forcibly knocked aside along with the door panel.
With a loud "bang", Liu Liang was utterly stunned.
He raised his hand to rub his forehead, which had just intimately collided with the door panel. Perplexed, he looked up, "Cousin?"
The next second, what entered his view was not his flamboyantly dressed cousin but another unfamiliar, handsome man.
