The shout finished, and Yang Furong slowly sat up.
When Gucci saw Yang Furong, he immediately felt a stunning beauty.
With an oval face, willow eyebrows, and skin as fair as early winter snowflakes, her jet-black hair was coiled at the back of her head, exuding an extraordinary nobility.
Gucci couldn't help but be puzzled. How could such a beautiful woman be locked up here?
"This is Yang Furong!" the guard said immediately upon seeing her.
Gucci was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, his gaze continued to linger over Yang Furong.
Yang Furong's appearance and figure were in no way inferior to Wu Fangqing's, and she had a unique aura that Wu Fangqing lacked.
A kind of decadent aura.
When a man is decadent, he is looked down upon, but a decadent woman has a strong attraction for men.
Making one want to protect her, to explore the secrets within her heart.
"Are you Yang Furong?" Even though the guard had said so, Gucci still asked.
