"Cough cough..."
Lady of the Night coughed a few times, climbed up from the ground, and a deep resentment flashed in the depths of her eyes. This resentment came quickly and disappeared just as swiftly: "Hee hee, Mr. Chu, don't you like it when a beauty throws herself into your arms?"
"There's nothing happening late at night. Let's do something interesting!"
As Lady of the Night spoke, she approached Chu Yang again, stretched out her arm to drape over Chu Yang's shoulder, and her body tilted into his embrace: "Don't worry, I won't make you responsible."
"And I won't tell anyone else about this."
As she spoke, Lady of the Night fell into Chu Yang's arms.
Whoosh!
A throwing knife appeared in Lady of the Night's hand and slashed towards Chu Yang's throat.
Humph!
Chu Yang harrumphed and raised his hand to grab the hand wielding the throwing knife, then he forcefully squeezed.
Crack! Crack! Crack!