The next morning, when Zhang Xiaoshan woke up, Xue Ying was still clinging to him like an octopus, her head buried in his chest. Apparently, she was a person lacking a sense of security. Although Zhang Xiaoshan had forced her last night, to some extent, he had provided Xue Ying, who had never experienced intimacy, with a man's shoulder to lean on.
For an assassin, a good night's sleep is an extreme luxury, but by Zhang Xiaoshan's side, she could relax because she knew that he needed her, and that he wouldn't harm her.
"Why, why are you staring at me?"
Opening her bleary eyes to see Zhang Xiaoshan staring at her made Xue Ying's cheeks flush with embarrassment. She hurriedly let go of Zhang Xiaoshan and moved back, keeping a distance between them.
"Heh, you really are quite interesting, woman. Go take a shower first; I'll go buy you a set of clothes."
Zhang Xiaoshan chuckled and got up to leave.
"Damn it, sooner or later I'll kill you to get even."
