Assassin?

In the dead silence of the room, she breathed and instinctively looked towards the door.

The night was so dark that it was almost impossible to see anything, except for a faint black shadow accompanied by the sound of slightly rough breathing.

She pursed her lips, her feet just touched the ground, and she wanted to put on her embroidered shoes, when a black shadow flashed, and suddenly came to her.

In the next second, as soon as her waist tightened, she immediately stiffened her body, her palm wind condensed, ready to split at any time.

"Don't move, it's the king." His voice was low and hoarse.

It's Jun Luohan!

She looked up in amazement, nearly hitting his chin.

With the cold ambergris in her nose, the man's weight suddenly pressed up, she didn't notice it for a while, and the two of them fell straight on the bed, the two bodies were close together, each other's breathing was staggered.

The footsteps outside gradually approached, and the firelight flickered, illuminating the room in a flash, and her hand happened to be against the man's chest, and her hand was actually wet, and she looked down in surprise, and the black night clothes were faintly stained with dark red blood.

Because of the light, she couldn't see it very clearly, but the warm touch in her hand was so real, and her thin lips trembled: "Lord Wang......"

As if feeling her tense body in an instant, the man reached out and patted her shoulder: "Don't be afraid, this king is fine." ”

Footsteps at the door