C182 Dismount to Rest

The wide table began to tremble violently.

His hand was in pain, and his skin was burning red.

"Young Master?" Xiao Zhao stood by the door, looking at me timidly. His thin summer shirt fluttered in the night wind.

I withdrew my hand. "Come in."

She lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped into the room, gently closing the door.

"Young master …" She wanted to say something