章節 87: Butterfly's Confession

Feng Ruoxi reclined on the plush velvet chaise in the ornate living room, her fingers deftly tapping out a message on her sleek handheld. A small smile played across her lips as the reply from Hawkeye007 appeared almost instantly.

Across the room, Jiang Yukang's own phone vibrated softly against the polished oak sideboard. He picked it up, unable to suppress a matching grin as he read Butterfly's latest message.

Hawkeye007: *You know, for a deadly former spy, you certainly let your guard down quite easily with me, Butterfly. One might start to think you actually enjoy our little chats.*

Feng Ruoxi bit her lip, fighting back a girlish giggle as she typed out her response.

Butterfly: *And what if I do? A girl has to have some fun between all the life-or-death missions, secrets, and twisted lies. You're a...intriguing diversion, I'll give you that much.*