The next day, Lily Smith got up early, and inevitably, she still ran into Sky Moore coming down from upstairs.
The man was dressed in a white shirt, tall and slender, with a righteous appearance, showing no signs of being the person who ruthlessly pinned her down on the bed last night.
As soon as Lily Smith saw him, her wrist started to ache faintly. When she got up this morning, she indeed found that the place Sky Moore had grabbed last night had turned blue, with those five dark claw marks clearly displaying his violence from the night before.
When Sky Moore saw her, he gave her a slight smile and greeted her, "Lily. Good morning."
As if nothing had happened last night.
Lily Smith's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she stepped hard on Sky Moore's foot, then snorted coldly and walked down the stairs.
With the back of his foot grinding under her weight, Sky Moore couldn't help but laugh, looking at Lily Smith's retreating back, his gaze filled with doting affection.
