Your Highness, be nice

"...Who are you?" She asked suddenly.

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

"...I am who I am."

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

Feeling the gentle breathing from the top of her head, even though he didn't say it, she still felt the slightest bit of displeasure from him...

So she sensibly shut up.

As the night fell, the moonlight poured into the room mixed with a touch of tranquility, and a warm and harmonious atmosphere surrounded the men and women on the bed...

He fell asleep?

Xia Liangyan doesn't think that now is the time for her to act rashly.

Even though the man might be asleep, she couldn't bring herself to lift her head to catch a glimpse of his face.

Because he is His Highness, that's all.

Sighing silently, in fact, when he closed the door, she missed a good opportunity to recognize him.

But what troubles her now... is where are the two men in the room?

And Your Highness, how did he get in? …

Could it be climbing a window... This is not something that His Royal Highness would do.

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

That was horrible.

However, this is just a guess.

Xia Liangyan took a deep breath, and the handsome man who said "wait for me back" involuntarily appeared in her mind.

For some reason, she always felt that there was some connection between him and His Highness...

Is it an illusion?

-

At night, ordinary people have already slept peacefully, but for killers, it is almost the same as during the day.

A pair of slender metal silver boots dragged on the ground, making no sound strangely.

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

But it's a pity that his face is covered with a ferocious silver mask, with a bloody Qingyue carved on it, which looks depraved and full of temptation.

No one would have thought that... such a god-like man was squatting under a woman's bed an hour ago.

Ling Yueming clenched the "Angel Wings" and the silver-white pistol in her arms, and walked into an alley in front of her.

"Did you bring something?"

In the alley, the middle-aged man who had been waiting for a long time did not have the slightest doubt about whether the "Blood Moon" was successful.

"... "

Ling Yueming didn't speak, the silver mask reflected the cold light.

"...Ah" The man seemed to remember something, and hurriedly took out the token and the check from his pocket.

"This is the payment and identity certificate, please have a look."

The man's sincere and fearful attitude didn't move Ling Yueming, he stretched out his hand to take it.

Under the moonlight, the slender and white fingers glowed with cold light, making the man slightly suffocated.

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

But by the time he realized the stupidity of his thoughts, it was already too late.

Ling Yueming lightly scanned the numbers on the check and stuffed it into her pocket.

Then, the gleaming golden token turned into gold sand in his seemingly weak clenched fist, leaked out from between his fingers, and fell to the ground.

*Bing Bing inspired me~ Write a small theater or something when I have a chance,*

*Crap! After the update, tell me that I need 1000 words = =+ I'm going to die. .It won't be 1000 in the future. . *