Fāng Táng Hú looked at the two of them suspiciously and said, "If you want to recover from your illness, break up with Mù Yún Zé.",The room was bare, with only the faintest hint of a breeze. It felt unsettlingly cold. Gao choked back a gasp and moved slowly towards the wall where a metal box sat. His fingers brushed its edge when suddenly, a forceful grip shot out from behind, clamping around his waist. He couldn't even scream before being lifted off his feet in an instant, tossed onto the bed with dizzying speed.,A man's five senses are profound, each meticulously crafted to perfection. His sword-like eyebrows are thinly drawn and just right, resembling an ink wash painting. His high nose bridge is steep like a mountain range. His thin lips are slightly parted, with a subtle upward curve, pale yet alluring—a pair particularly suited for kissing.。