Looking at the other side of the bed, Vivian was in disarray, all thanks to someone, her entire body covered with bruises.
Looking up, her eyes shimmered with water, lazily glancing at Gabriel Moore, making him feel a bit of pity.
"What? Not enough? Stop playing, I have to act later."
Vivian shielded herself.
Gabriel Moore squeezed in again.
"Want to help me a bit? I have injuries on my body, can't reach, help me apply the medicine."
His voice was low.
Vivian shivered hearing it, having heard similar voices in the mortal world before, magnetic.
Unexpectedly, Gabriel Moore's voice was even more alluring.
Isn't this person a transformed fox spirit? Why is he so much like a fox?
Under Gabriel Moore's exceptionally insidious pleas and threats, she truly had no choice.
An hour later…
She went downstairs with her slightly trembling right hand.
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