The night scene was as quiet as water while a tall figure stood by the bed and coldly gazed at the young lady resting. His eyes radiated a ceramic glaze-like luster. He slowly extended his hand and lightly reached out to her face. When it was only a centimeter away from Yun Luofeng's face, her eyes suddenly opened wide and sharp glint flashed through the air.
The figure beside the bed froze and before he had the time to leave, he felt an ice-cold longsword held against his neck.
"I originally thought you were sent by Noble Consort Ling, so I intended to feign my sleep and see what were you up to. However, you actually wanted to take advantage of me?"
A cold glint flashed in her eyes and she stared coldly at the figure standing before her. The dim light of night was without boundary and there wasn't the slightest trace of light in the room. As such, Yun Luofeng could only vaguely make out an outline...
