"Should I say you truly live up to being one of the top three assassins in the world?" Chen Wei leaned against the headboard, glancing at the person sitting next to him.
Her gaze was still slightly foggy as she pressed the sheets against her chest and looked up at the ceiling,
as if she were savoring the scenes that had just unfolded—Leng Qianqian.
"What do you mean?" Leng Qianqian lowered her head and looked straight into Chen Wei's eyes, puzzled.
"If it were someone else, they'd probably be lying on the bed by now, too exhausted to wake up," Chen Wei teased.
"So, you've had quite a bit of experience, huh?" Leng Qianqian's words were tinged with a hint of jealousy.
After all, her relationship with Chen Wei was no longer just that of a senior sister and junior brother.
It had grown into something more, something between a man and a woman.
In the past, Leng Qianqian could feel proud for her junior brother when she heard about his liaisons with other women.
