Quite the demeanor of a crime scene.
At least a third of the body is covered in crimson, the woman lying slanted on the bed appears to be a young lady.
And at this moment, not only is she without a stitch of clothing, but her whole body is also rigid and motionless, resembling someone who has been brutally murdered here—yet that's not the case.
Without rushing forward to check, Fu Qian quickly reached a conclusion contrary to the initial impression.
The reason is simple, his sense of smell had also returned by this time.
Amidst this tragic scene, what permeates the air is a strong smell of alcohol.
The patch of crimson seemed not to be blood sprayed from a human body, but rather a highly misleading colored wine.
In fact, from this position, all that can be seen is a tiny suspected wound on the neck, it's hard to imagine blood flowing in such a manner.
