The petite woman wrapped herself snugly in the blanket, her soft pink lips slightly curling upward. Unable to contain herself, she imagined being nestled in the warm embrace of a man. She closed her starry eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering faintly before she drifted happily into slumber.
At the stroke of midnight, a dark cloud floated across the sky, perfectly obscuring the light of the stars and moon.
Li Chengjing slipped furtively through the main gates of the Shang Villa, her gaze carrying a hint of malice. She carefully scanned her surroundings, convinced of her own stealth, then removed her high heels and tiptoed upstairs.
She moved slowly along the second-floor corridor, heading toward the room adjacent to Shang Xixia's. Reaching the small kitchenette belonging to the petite Shang Xixia, she let out an icy, sinister smile.
