Xia Yuqing climbed in through the window, her movements silent and precise. The room was completely dark, with a small sliver of moonlight falling into the room. She landed softly on the floor, her boots making no sound.
Carefully, she removed her gloves and placed them gently on the table. Then she tiptoed toward the closet. But just as her fingers touched the handle, her eyes narrowed. Something didn't feel right.
In a flash, she spun around and attacked, her hand aiming straight for the intruder's neck. But before her move could land, a strong hand caught her wrist mid-air. In one swift motion, she was pinned against the closet, her back hitting the wood with a soft thud.
She struggled to push him off, ready to strike again, but then stopped in recognition. "Lu Jinchen!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing, sneaking around like a ghost in the middle of the night?"
