"...Who are you?" she suddenly spoke.

Although I know he is His Highness,... this is just his identity, right?

“…I am me.”

With an ambiguous answer, His Highness narrowed his eyes slightly and pressed his chin against Xia Liangyan's head.

She felt the calm breathing above her head. Although he didn't say anything, she still felt his displeasure...

So she shut up very consciously.

As the night falls, the moonlight is mixed with a faint quietness and pours into the room, and a warm and harmonious atmosphere surrounds the men and women on the bed...

He... fell asleep?

Xia Liangyan didn't think that now was the time for her to act rashly.

Even though the man might have fallen asleep, she couldn't make herself look up and look at his face.

Because he is His Highness, that's all.

Silently sighed, in fact, when he closed the door, she missed the opportunity to recognize him.

But what made her confused now... where were the two men in the room?

And Your Highness, how did he come in?…

Could it be to climb the window... This is not much like what the noble Highness would do.

But there is another possibility, that is, there is a secret passage in this villa. In other words, Your Highness can enter and exit this villa anytime, anywhere...

That's so scary.

However, this is just a conjecture.

Xia Liangyan took a breath, and the handsome man who said "Wait for me to come back" appeared in her mind.

Somehow, she always felt that there was something between him and His Highness...

Is it an illusion?

——

At night, ordinary people have already been asleep, but for killers, they are almost the same as during the day.

A pair of slender metal silver boots were dragging on the ground, making no sound.

The man in the night seemed to be the master of the night, with a cold and bloody breath all over his body. He was wearing a black windbreaker, his strong body and tall height made people look forward to his appearance.

Unfortunately, his face was covered with a hideous silver mask, and a bloody Qingyue carved on it, which looked depraved and full of temptation.

No one would have thought that such a man who was comparable to a god was squatting under a woman's bed 1 hour ago.

Ling Yueming tightened the "Engel Wings" and the silver-white pistol in his arms, and walked into a small alley in front.

"Have the stuff brought it?"

In the alley, the middle-aged man who had been waiting for a long time had no doubts about whether the "Blood Moon" was successful.

“…”

Ling Yueming did not speak, and the silver mask reflected the cool light.

"...ah" the man seemed to remember something and hurriedly took out the token and check from his arms.

"This is compensation and proof of identity, please check it out."

The man's fearless attitude did not move Ling Yueming, so he stretched out his hand to take it.

Under the moonlight, the slender and white fingers were filled with a little cold light, which made the man slightly suffocate.

Fortunately, "Blood Moon" is not his enemy... The middle-aged man secretly rejoiced.

But when he knew the stupidity of his thoughts, it was too late.

Ling Yueming gently swept the numbers on the check and stuffed them into his pocket.

Then, the golden pure gold token turned into golden sand in his seemingly weak fist, leaking out from his fingers and falling to the ground.

*Bingbing inspired me~ I would write a small theater or something if I had the chance,*
Chapter completed!