Bai Lin opened the window, and he quickly jumped in, landing without a sound.
Fiery Tom moved forward and circled behind Bai Lin the moment he landed. He locked her shoulders and pressed the hand holding the gun against Bai Lin's jaw.
The metal was cold. Bai Lin struggled uncomfortably, but the muzzle came closer.
Fiery Tom sniffed the fragrant scent of lemon shower gel on Bai Lin. His voice was very soft, like a lover's whisper. "I've hacked all the surveillance cameras tonight. Can we talk properly now?"
He placed his finger on the side of Bai Lin's neck. The blood under her delicate skin was flowing with energy, from her heart to her limbs. If he were to shoot her now, her delicate neck would explode into a beautiful bloom of blood.
Fiery Tom curled his lips and used a little more force, but Bai Lin's pulse was extremely stable. She did not seem to be aware that she was being held hostage.
He smiled happily. "It's you, right?"
