His hand was as cold as a snake.
Su Luo managed to avoid him, rolling onto the inner side of the bed, and turned to look at the man.
He had already lain down, yet not forgetting to extinguish the candlelight with an effortless flick of his fingers.
Soon, the sound of the man's even breathing rang out.
The dim light in the courtyard seeped in through the gaps, and Su Luo, finding herself staring absently at the pattern on the mosquito net above her head, couldn't help but think of Xiaohei's face. The more she thought about it, the more unsettled she became. She nudged Jiang Shu, "Was Xiaohei someone you had placed by my side a long time ago?"
"Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to appear the moment you called for him!"
"Jiang Shu, you actually arranged to have someone spy on me so early on?"
"Speak up..."
"Did you send Xiaohei to lurk around me early on? Speak up!"
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