The beautiful fingers reached for the ribbon at her waist, slowly pulling it out, Aurelia Shaw looked at the man on the floor with seductive eyes, her lips curling into a slow smile.
"Mr. Wright, don't you want it?"
The coquettish voice made Paul Wright's heart itch, and he forgot about the blood flowing from his head.
Paul Wright climbed up from the floor,
but at that moment Aurelia Shaw suddenly extended her foot and stepped down forcefully, Paul Wright's face changed due to the pain.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Too hard, let go," Paul Wright screamed miserably,
A light voice tinged with amusement floated over, Aurelia Shaw's lips curled up, her eyes glimmered with a chilling light.
Paul Wright looked at this Aurelia Shaw, feeling a chill creeping up his neck, shivering with cold, why did it feel like there were knives hidden in her gaze that could kill?
He twitched his stiff mouth and said, shaking, "Aurelia, please let go, will you?"
"Just ?" Aurelia Shaw asked.
Compared to Paul Wright's twisted, screaming face, Aurelia Shaw's delicate face was still calm, with a faint smile on her crimson lips, holding half of a glass bottle in her hand, the red liquid dripping and splashing, under the slightly dim light, like a sharp dangerous weapon.
She moved her foot away, bent down, her curly hair fell from her ears, under the dim light her eyes were deep and unfathomable, carrying a thread of chill.
Paul Wright was in such pain he was about to faint, his pale lips trembling, watching Aurelia Shaw with fear and exhaustion, seeing her slowly approaching him, placing the sharp half-bottle on his groin, Paul Wright looked at her in confusion, she curved her crimson lips, her voice gentle enough to drip water.
"It might hurt a lot, but bear with it, if you shout and let others hear, it wouldn't be good, you wouldn't want to make too much of a scene, right?"
Thinking of something, Paul Wright's face changed, "What do you want? I'll give you anything you want, please spare me, I'm a bastard, I shouldn't be , I'm just a beast, please, be lenient and don't argue with a beast like me... Ah!"
The sharp blade fell, a piercing scream sounded, drowned in the lively music outside the door.
Paul Wright passed out. Keep us going by reading on *.
With her clean hand, Aurelia Shaw sent a rescue text to Mason Nightshade via mobile phone, then sat down on the soft sofa, slowly tearing her clothes and curling up in the corner of the sofa.
In just a second, her eyes under the disheveled hair turned hollow, like a puppet without a soul.
Outside the private room, chaotic footsteps sounded, "Bang!" the door was kicked open, Aurelia Shaw seemed to be deaf to the external noise, her thoughts immersed in her own world, motionless, numbly shrinking in the corner, her face obscured in the shadow, her expression unseen.
The room was filled with a thick smell of blood, nauseatingly pungent.
A swift shadow rushed in—