Night Thunder Lord narrowed his eyes suddenly, his eyes were as dark as deep, and his eyes were fixed on her petite and immature body.

The man's fiery gaze finally brought Xia Tong back to her senses, she was startled, quickly got up, and pulled her skirt down to cover it.

It's him? Masked Man! The man who almost ruined her innocence a few days ago, why did he appear again?!

No, Xia Tong frowned and examined his eyes, she remembered that last time his eyes were red, but now they are pitch black and deep, as sharp as an eagle, as if she can see through people's hearts with just one glance.

"You're you again?" As soon as her breath sank, the man's powerful aura made her sit and move back a few steps until her back was against the edge of the bed.

Xia Tong reached out to grab the quilt on the bed, but as soon as her hand touched, the man had already stepped in front of her, and the wild breath of the male was also rushing to her nose.

He slowly crouched down, his movements cold, his slender fingertips suddenly pinching her chin, his eyes inquiring.

There was a slight tingling in her chin, Xia Tong's head tilted back unconsciously, and the man's hand increased a little harder, and immediately her tears rushed out.

She looked up, and the man in front of her was tall and muscular, the outline under the mask was deep and three-dimensional, and his dark eyes were gloomy and cold, as if they had invaded frost and snow.

Under the erect nose, the sexy thin lips pursed into an indifferent arc, and the sneer that suddenly hooked up on the lips was so ruthless and unwarm.

A black Armani shirt with three buttons unbuttoned, revealing a strong chest inside, looking uninhibited, with a thin lip gently curvature but revealing a cynical, very contradictory combination, but seductive.

Xia Tong's mind went blank, as if it had suddenly exploded, leaving only fragmented wreckage.

Staring at the shiny rhinestone buttons on the man's chest, she never thought that there was such a perfect and outstanding man in the world, and his innate kingly aura and the coldness in his eyes strongly impacted her sight.

For a moment, she only felt that the man in front of her was dangerous, like the Hades of hell, making people breathe stagnant......

"You...... Who is it? Her voice had begun to tremble, and her silver-black mask had a cold sheen, making it impossible to look directly.

Night Thunder Lord remained silent, rubbing his hands against her delicate jaw, followed by her neck, the delicate touch under the palm of his hand made the curvature of his lips wider, and his dark eyes were deep and bottomless.

Maybe there was a lesson from being bitten, and when he touched her neck, Xia Tong reached out and pushed it to his chest.

With a clang, the man grabbed her chains violently, and the golden handcuffs tightened instantly, almost breaking her wrists.

"You pervert!" Xia Tong didn't care about the pain, gritted his teeth and waved his hand to grab the mask on his face, like a pungent little wild cat, opening his teeth and dancing his claws.

"Ugh." Ye Tingjue sneered, the mockery on the thin lips stabbed Xia Tong, and his hand grabbed his face even harder, but the man pulled the chain again, and suddenly she couldn't move.

"Let go of me! What exactly do you want to do? Let go! Ah......h

"Shut up!" The woman's hysterical exclamation finally made Ye Tingjue impatient, and a heavy chill gathered in his dark eyes, and a cold glance was enough to frostbite people.

Xia Tong was stunned for a moment, but she met the man's gaze and did not dodge.

Funny, Night Thunder Lord narrowed his eyes, and his thin lips hooked up a sneer again.

There are not many people who dare to look at him, and there are very few women who dare to look at him, and there are even fewer women who dare to look at him for so long.