Shen Qinghe was deeply asleep, unaware that someone was lying beside her, and this person had been watching her the entire night, unable to tear his eyes away.
In the fourth watch of the night, Yan Changsheng was still admiring the sleeping face of Shen Qinghe. The more he looked, the fonder he became and found her tender lips tempting him, inching closer to her without realizing it.
Just then, the Black Rope on Shen Qinghe's hand suddenly coiled around his body and flung him out of the bedroom.
Yan Changsheng laughed despite his disheveled state.
This Magical Treasure of Qinghe's had high spiritual intelligence, as the Black Rope didn't stir before he harbored any improper thoughts. But the moment he contemplated stealing a kiss, the Black Rope attacked him.
He was just grateful that the Black Rope couldn't speak and wouldn't tattle to Shen Qinghe about his attempted night assault.
