Yin Que's body wasn't dry, and she wore only her inner clothes, which clung to her damp skin. Water droplets from her wet hair fell onto her back, and her entire body was enveloped in the vigorous mist of moisture.
"Killing," Yin Que added, "A killer's task. This is my second assassination since becoming a killer."
Lu Jingzhi: "..."
Her expression was dead serious.
She genuinely considered herself a killer.
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As soon as Xu Shulou stepped out of his door, he saw Lu Jingzhi squatting outside. He casually adjusted his sleeves and said, "If you're dragging Chu Ji to the gambling house again, you should squat outside his door, not mine. I don't care about this kind of thing."
