Could there be an assassin in the room?
Oh no, she was careless just now and didn't even notice someone in the room. When Yun Sheng sensed something was amiss, a thought flashed through her mind, and she was about to strike.
But the next moment, she heard a familiar voice by her ear.
"Little Wildcat, don't yell, it's me." The man's familiar and clear voice was like a bright light in the dark night, causing Yun Sheng's tense heart to settle instantly.
Perhaps they had been apart for too long, so long that she almost felt estranged from this man's embrace.
Yun Sheng was taken aback, feeling the arms holding her slightly tremble.
In her heart, it felt like a caterpillar was crawling, sour, astringent, and numb.
The next second, she turned around, transforming the longing and grievances accumulated over the past few months into a fist, punching Ye Beiming hard on the chest.
