In the dead of night, Xiao Qiong climbed through Ming Li’s window.
He hadn’t taken two steps when two glowing green orbs appeared in the darkness. With a growl, a creature lunged at him. Before he could even brace himself, a heavy paw pressed onto his head. The weight forced his head down, and he tumbled to the floor, off-balance. Fortunately, the beast remembered him and didn’t sink its teeth in.
Even so, the occupant of the room was roused by the commotion. Seeming surprised by his arrival, she lit a lamp. She threw on a robe and pried the cat—which was still sitting firmly on Xiao Qiong’s face—away from him. Her pale face was devoid of makeup, maintaining her customary coldness and indifference.
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