Mu Mian instinctively shrank back, her delicate little face tense and trembling with fear as her gaze, ashen as death, shifted behind Black Three.
She hoped for the evil Mu Dian to appear.
Here, Mu Dian was the most dangerous, and only he could save her...
Black Three, drooling, rubbed his hands together and staggered toward Mu Mian, his eyes sharp and piercing...
"Little beauty, don't count on Mu Dian to save you. He's drinking now and won't be back for half an hour. By the time he returns, you and I will have finished our business, and he won't blame me for anything."
Mu Mian's heart sank, but she still forced a composed façade, silently shifting further into the bed as her small hand reached for the bedside in the dark room.
Black Three was slowly approaching, and his heart itched unbearably upon seeing her feigned composure.
This was Gong Heng's woman, after all!
The moment he laid eyes on Mu Mian, he drooled uncontrollably, unable to extricate himself.
