Lin Fei'er looked at Jiang Haoxuan quietly and her eyes were fixed on his long neck.
If the carotid nerve was cut, in less than two or three minutes, Jiang Haoxuan could not be saved.
Lin Fei'er imagined that scene in her brain and her eyes were appallingly cold and gloomy.
With red eyes, there was only one thought in Lin Fei'er's mind—that was, to kill this man.
Just when Lin Fei'er wanted to stab him, Jiang Haoxuan who had been sleeping, turned all of a sudden to reach out for the person beside him.
"An'ning, where are you…?"
Jiang Haoxuan murmured with his eyes shut and there was anxiousness in his voice.
Suddenly, Jiang Haoxuan touched Lin Fei'er and grabbed her leg at once. The irritated look on his face subsided in an instant and his smile appeared once more.
Lin Fei'er was scared out of her wits by Jiang Haoxuan's gesture and almost thought he was awake.
