Just as the knife was about to strike.
Zhang Xiaoshan kicked his feet; the blanket was immediately kicked up and covered the woman's head.
"Swish."
The female assassin, Xue Ying, knowing something was wrong, shifted the action of her dagger from stabbing to slashing.
"Swish."
The blanket was directly slashed into two halves.
"Where is he?"
When her vision was restored, Zhang Xiaoshan's figure was already gone from the bed.
"We meet again."
"But instead of using the door, you climbed through the window; do you have some kind of special hobby?"
Suddenly, a voice tinged with teasing came from behind her.
Xue Ying felt a shiver down her spine as she swiftly turned around only to see Zhang Xiaoshan sitting with his legs apart on a wicker chair not far behind her.
The light in the room was also turned on in that instant.
Everything became clear.
You know, Zhang Xiaoshan was not wearing any clothes at that moment, sitting there with his legs apart, smiling at Xue Ying.
