He was probably the most, no, the luckiest man in the world.
...
Snowflakes drifting, north wind howling.
The night of passion was not going as smoothly as planned; just when a certain man was in high spirits, a knock on the door suddenly came.
Both of them stiffened. Wen Xian bit her lip, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, yet she didn't dare to make a sound, enduring with all her might.
And Captain wasn't doing any better; his blood was still burning hot throughout his body.
From outside came the worried voice of his mother, "Captain, Miss Wen, I'm afraid the girl might not be doing so well. Perhaps you should come and take a look."
At those words, Wen Xian's heart leapt, and she thought of leaving immediately.
But Lu Xiao held her down by the shoulders and bit her deeply there.
Wen Xian let out a muffled cry in pain, about to hit him, but she was tightly restrained by him.
...
As Wen Xian slowly opened the door, her legs were weak and trembling.
