The other party's eyes were closed, as if extremely worn out, sleeping. His fringe slid down his cheeks, highlighting his pale skin, giving the man an aura of elegance. His skin was as white as snow, his lips a rosy red, and he carried a hint of a cool temperament, a presence both inviting and reserved, which easily tempted women to flock to him.
Even Lily Smith, accustomed to the sight of beauties, had to admit that this guy had a face that was truly captivating, and when he smiled, it felt like being embraced by the spring breeze.
It was utterly infuriating.
She thought coldly to herself.
She reached out to remove the IV, and sat up from the bed, the slight movement awakening the lightly sleeping man. Sky Moore looked up to see Lily, "Lily, are you awake?"
Lily Smith threw off the covers and jumped down from the bed, but unexpectedly, her legs went weak, and she stumbled forward.
