The man standing behind Xiao Ying was wearing a dark colored shirt and pants, a pair of sunglasses, and a hat on his head.
Half of his face was covered, only revealing his pursed lips and sharp jaw.
Xiao Ying immediately recognized who it was.
But before she could react, the man behind her suddenly strode forward and covered her lips with his large palm.
There was a handkerchief in his palm.
Xiao Ying's eyelids slowly became heavy.
The man looked at the woman who had fallen into his arms. He lifted her onto his shoulders and strode away.
…
Xiao Ying woke up from the cold touch.
She opened her eyes and found herself lying on a large Chinese-style bed.
A man was sitting by the bed, a sharp fruit knife in his hand.
The back of the knife was slowly moving across her face. The cold touch was like the tongue of a poisonous snake.
Xiao Ying met the man's cold eyes and furrowed her eyebrows. "Long Di."
