The bathroom door creaked. Jiang Niansheng quickly hid the knife under the pillow and pretended nothing had happened.
Sheng Hanye walked over. He wore a towel around his waist, and water dripped down his chest. His hair hung down his forehead. He looked relaxed.
Jiang Nianshang lay down with her back to him. She reached under the pillow and waited for the perfect timing!
The man didn't seem to notice anything. He lay down beside her and turned off the desk lamp.
The bedroom was pitch-black.
After a while, Jiang Niansheng heard Sheng Hanye's breathing become even. She slowly grasped the hilt of the knife.
All she had to do now was turn over and stab. Everything would be over!
Jiang Niansheng slowly pulled the knife out from under the pillow. The blade of the knife shone sharply in the darkness.
"Mrs. Sheng," a low and hoarse voice sounded above her head. "What are you holding in your hand? Hmm?"