A night of fiery tenderness...
After depleting their energy, Xia Yanxin drifted into a sweet slumber. Even though they couldn't engage in too frequent intimate activities during the first three months, an occasional indulgence wasn't a big deal and was even beneficial to physical and mental health.
While sleeping hazily, she suddenly felt a dark shadow wielding a long sword chopping down at her. Startled, she swiftly opened her eyes.
Under the orange light, the bedroom was bathed in a warm hue. A quick glance showed an empty bedside, no sign of anyone. She hurriedly turned up the lights to the brightest, leaned over the edge of the bed to look underneath, her head even touching the carpet. There was nothing under the bed. Still unconvinced due to the vividness of what she'd felt, especially the cold glinting long sword, which certainly didn't seem fake.
She pressed the emergency button beside her bed, and in no time, Ah Ju arrived.
