She was a scaredy-cat and afraid of death. Given the choice between warming the bed and risk being annihilated, she would always choose the former, especially since the person for whom she was warming the bed was Shi Yuhuan. She had already warmed his bed countless times.
One more time wouldn't make any difference.
Song Qinghuan quickly grabbed her pajamas and headed for the bathroom. As the bathroom door closed behind her, Shi Yuhuan's dark eyes chilled instantly, a bloodthirsty murderous intent settling within.
It seems that the person had finally made their move. But, who could it be?
Shi Yuhuan exited the room and reached for his mobile phone at the front door.
He launched a system on his phone, a surveillance system. A shadowy figure was seen lurking in and out of the villa on the screen. The evening was too dark and the figure was cloaked in black attire and a black mask. Hence, his appearance couldn't be discerned from the video footage.
