"Madam is even more beautiful than in the photos," Wei Xi said out of the blue, "And quite daring, to actually come here alone so late at night."
Wei Nan gave him a sidelong glance. Was this really the time to discuss whether or not she was beautiful? Couldn't this guy focus on what was important?
Upstairs, the wall lamp emitted a soft glow.
Jiuliang tiptoed and carefully pushed the door open with her hand.
The light from the hallway spilled in, briefly illuminating the bedroom before it plunged back into darkness.
Jiuliang groped her way into the room in the dark. She had just set down her backpack when a slight noise still managed to awaken the person in the bed.
"Who's there?"
The low, husky voice was cold and heavy, carrying an edge of hostility.
Ignoring the dark muzzle of the gun, Jiuliang walked towards the bedside.
