Without Shi Yu's interference, Sweet Heart became even more aggressive.
Its sharp teeth clung onto the bedsheet, continuing to rip apart the already tattered linen.
With its deep-set black eyes fixated unwaveringly on Shen Cheng lying on the bed, it ruthlessly howled, "Awooo—"
Seeing Sweet Heart's behavior, the servants sweated for it, and then tentatively spoke, "Sweet Heart, stop it, come out now…"
Sweet Heart wouldn't budge, steadfastly standing in front of the bed with a fierce gleam in its eyes.
Shen Cheng couldn't be bothered with it; she took out her cellphone and started playing games. During the peaks of her excitement, she would even blurt out some curses.
Shi Yu glanced at her briefly before striding to the balcony.
His slender hands pushed open the glass door, elegantly seated himself, and pulled out a cigar from an exquisite box.
Clasping the cigar between his fingers, he lit it and took a deep breath, the end of the cigar igniting in flames.
