The man walked over slowly, and by the faint halo of the moonlight, Gao Jiping finally made out his features and couldn't help but be startled, "Hao Jian? What are you doing here?"
Gao Jiping was very surprised; her residence was triple-secured inside and out, and she even had over a dozen hunting dogs in the yard that would detect the slightest movement. Yet, Hao Jian had infiltrated without anyone noticing, not even the hunting dogs. What was going on?
Hao Jian didn't speak but looked down at her from his height, his eyes filled with a sense of aggression.
Gao Jiping suddenly felt a bit feverish, remembering just how scantily clad she was. Hao Jian's intense gaze made her subconsciously think the worst.
Could it be that he wanted to take advantage of her?
However, it wasn't surprising that Gao Jiping was having such thoughts. It was the middle of the night, and Hao Jian had brazenly entered her boudoir. It was hard to believe he had no ulterior motives.
