The red tent is hanging low, covering the daylight reflected from the window, hazy and slightly dark.

Xie Jie did not hide the possessive and aggressive meaning in his eyes, staring straight at Ahya, his gaze sweeping from her eyebrows and lips to the red marks printed on her neck, growing deeper and deeper.

Ahya took a deep breath and slowly turned her face away, her voice was low, like a murmur with little breath: "Isn't it just money? I will pay it back ...