The door was pushed open.
A figure moved swiftly—making a splash as they instantly rose from the bathtub, grasping a dagger at their side and thrusting it forward.
Bawudong's hands intersected, swiftly seizing the dagger, before wrenching it away with a single, forceful motion.
He stepped forward, pressing the dagger against the perpetrator's pale neck.
The chill of the blade caused the woman standing in the bath to tense, her face turning serious as she dared not make any sudden moves.
She never imagined someone would barge directly into her bathroom.
Inside her mind, she began guessing the identities and motives of these intruders.
But when she saw a young man in association leather armor, with black hair and black eyes walking in,
She already knew who they were.
Her heart turned to ice.
She might not survive today.
...
Wu Heng unabashedly examined the woman body.
Her smooth skin was beaded with water droplets. Voluptuous and delicate, she was truly a rare beauty.
