The moment Xuan Ying returned, he dashed immediately to her room in the middle of the night.
Feng Lingxue's heart tightened as she raised her eyes and looked at the man by the door. He had already handed over his coat to the maid when he came back and now he was wearing a black V-neck T-shirt with a black bullet-proof vest on the outside. The form-fitting bullet-proof vest accentuated his perfectly trim figure.
His wispy fringe covered his black eyes and he stood by the door, staring at her quietly.
Feng Lingxue wrapped her arms around herself subconsciously and stepped backwards.
The man entered and kicked the door closed.
As the man approached her, his black army boots clicked against the floor and his right palm was positioned on his black leather belt around his waist.
