Suddenly, a cool voice came through.
Wu Xu's eyes lit up, and as he strained to look over, he saw the assassin girl Blood Phoenix approaching.
At this moment, Blood Phoenix wore a tight-fitting purple undershirt, topped with a thin black trench coat, her soft black hair tied into a ponytail. Paired with her indomitable icy demeanor, she appeared brisk and capable, bursting with heroic vigor.
Wu Xu's gaze brightened as he couldn't help but lick his lips.
The gesture was subtle, but Blood Phoenix was, after all, an assassin; even the slightest movement couldn't escape her eyes.
With an eerie smile curling at the corner of her mouth, Blood Phoenix sat at the edge of Wu Xu's bed and said indifferently, "Your nervous system is almost dead, and yet your lustful thoughts are still very much alive."
