Fu Xi and Gong Hao waited patiently.
Late at night was the best time for internal strife. They were in no hurry.
More than an hour later, Fu Xi suddenly opened her eyes and a smile appeared on her lips.
"Coming."
She heard Gong Cheng walking past their room. Looking in the direction, he was going to find the woman in red.
To find someone at this time with such light footsteps, there must be something wrong!
Gong Hao exchanged glances with her and carefully moved to the window. He pricked up his ears.
Gong Cheng touched the door of the woman's room. He was holding a dagger in his hand which he used for self-defense. It was flickering with a cold light and was especially sharp.
The door was not locked.
Gong Cheng opened the door and pounced straight to the bed. He raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it down forcefully.
