Bai Lin's circadian rhythm that was cultivated from being in the mercenary group for years woke her up at 6:30 a.m. despite her sleeping close to 2 a.m.
After she got up, she took a quick shower and was ready to go downstairs to pack up and continue to the next mission.
When she passed by Yan Ruo's door, she remembered that the knife that she used as a prop was still with him after she worked with him yesterday.
She knocked on the door, but there was no response. She knocked on it twice more. "He's not up yet?"
Yan Ruo had always woken up early previously. Could it be that he was too tired from yesterday?
Bai Lin felt that it was possible. Just as she was about to leave, the door opened.
Yan Ruo's bathrobe was wide open as he carried some hot steam with him. There were even some water droplets on his strong chest. His semi-long hair was wet and he was drying his hair lazily. He turned to look at Bai Lin. "Come in and talk?"
