Speaking, he closed his eyes, preparing to await death.
But after waiting for a long while, nothing happened. Puzzled, he opened his eyes.
He saw An Yan holding a frying pan with a somewhat amused expression, "Who said I was going to kill you?"
"Huh?" The assassin thought he must have heard wrong.
At this moment, Xue An stood up from the couch and said indifferently, "Alright Yan'er, stop playing around!"
An Yan let out a bored sigh, "So boring, just when I was getting into it, you gave up!"
With that, An Yan left on her own accord.
Xue An walked up to the assassin, showing a set of white teeth, smiling very prettily.
"You see, you clearly came to kill us, but my wife is very magnanimous and isn't planning to hold a grudge with you! How does it feel, touched or not?"
"I... I dare not move..." the assassin said with a chill in his voice.
He could feel the piercing murderous aura emanating from Xue An.
"Hmm?" Xue An raised an eyebrow slightly.
