C1388 Fourth Young Master of the Night Street

Yue Ningzhu withdrew her hand abruptly. Blood gushed out of Wang Sheng's shoulder like a spring, dyeing half of his clothes red.

The pain immediately subsided. Wang Sheng let out a long breath, recovered his strength and smiled at Yue Ningzhu: "What? Scared? Or did my words bring back memories of the last time you were in a hotel room