The moment the vine was about to pierce through, Huanhuan grabbed it.
She lowered her voice. "Don't hurt anyone."
As soon as she spoke, Murphy woke up.
Huanhuan hurriedly stuffed the Soul-Devouring Vine into her clothes.
Murphy turned to look at her, his emerald eyes especially beautiful in the night. "Who were you talking to?"
"I was asleep just now. I might have been talking in my sleep." Huanhuan pressed down on the Soul-Devouring Vine hidden in her clothes with one hand to prevent him from causing trouble. She lifted the blanket with her other hand and sat up. "I want to relieve myself."
Murphy sat up too. "Do you want me to go with you?"
"No, go to sleep. I'll be fine alone."
Huanhuan lifted the hem of her dress and carefully stepped over Murphy's legs. She got out of bed, put on her shoes, and ran out of the room.
It was the middle of the night. There was no one outside. It was very quiet.
