บท 944: Abnormal Art

When she woke, she was in a strange and unfamiliar place.

Xia Ling supported herself with her hands and lowered her head to stroke her little belly immediately. Fortunately, the child was probably okay. She breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as she raised her head, she saw a handsome yet demonic man smiling at her—Li Feng. Today, he was rather beautifully dressed, a large red peony flower embroidered robe clinging to his slender body, a carnelian ring on his fingers, and bright red lips beaming happily.

His voice was as soft as ever. "Welcome to my territory, my dear little rabbit."

Xia Ling's chest tightened, and she could not help but shrink her body back. If there was anyone else in the world she was afraid of more than a mad Pei Ziheng, it was Li Feng. This was a true madman, a pervert, a devil who killed without blinking and even reveled in it. Falling into his hands was like going into Hell.