Xia Yingluo stop talking. Her eyes taunted him.
The two of them looked at each other in silence for a long time before Wei Lingnan slowly retracted his claws.
Xia Yingluo seemed to know that he would do that a long time ago. She snickered like a mischievous goblin. In the moonlight, the bloodstains on her white skin were like cinnabar. Without a care, she took off her lace pajamas in front of Wei Lingnan, exposing her slender and graceful body. She then turned her back and flipped through her luxurious walk-in closet. Very quickly, she found the same silk pajamas that she wore when she fled this morning.
Luckily, she had the habit of buying two sets of the same clothing at once.
When Xia Yingluo changed into that set of pajamas, she found an eyebrow pencil on the dressing table and ripped a piece of paper to write something down.
Looking at her movements, Wei Lingnan's breath tightened slightly.