Su Miaomiao listened intently to the sounds, knowing this should not be Xie Ming.
Because if it were him coming, there would be no need for such caution; he would definitely make a grand entrance.
A pair of hands groped for her figure, and just as they were about to touch her face,
Su Miaomiao suddenly sat up and turned on the light.
Yun Na stood by the bed, holding a kitchen knife in her hand.
The abrupt light revealed the undisguised jealousy in her eyes, and Su Miaomiao quickly regained her composure.
"You want to kill me? Does Xie Ming know?"
She did not believe that Xie Ming had gone through all the trouble of bringing her here just to kill her.
Yun Na clenched her teeth, making no attempt to hide her anger.
"I'm not killing you, I just want to destroy that face of yours that I detest so much."
Without that face, what did this woman have?
When Xie Ming had first instructed her to imitate Su Miaomiao, she had always been curious.
