At the dead of night, a cool breeze slipped through a crack in the window, gently lifting a corner of the curtain.
From under the bed, the figure that had been crazily sniffing the shoe slowly crawled out.
The cold wind hit, and Ye Xian, who had drunk a glass of red wine before bed, slept restlessly, hazily pulling the quilt beside her to cover her stomach.
The moment the dark figure got up, seeing her move frightened him, causing the object in his hand to clang to the floor.
A sharp, chilling sound, similar to metal hitting the ground, reached her ears, and Ye Xian’s ears twitched, her consciousness gradually clearing from the grogginess.
What was that noise?
A few seconds later, no more sounds followed.
Could it have been a hallucination?
Her somewhat groggy nerves relaxed slightly, only to feel her quilt move again, tensing up once more.
Why is there movement?
Was it a nightmare, or had someone come in?
This was the Jiuxi Eighteen Islands, the most secretive and secure residence in the Imperial Capital, how could someone have entered?!
But...the sensation of someone next to her bed grew stronger and stronger, so intense that Ye Xian fully woke up.
The fine sensitivity of a born actress made her feel a pair of burning eyes staring at her in the darkness, and something slowly pulling at her quilt.
Until she heard a breath.
There was definitely someone!
Ye Xian’s eyes shot open, she quickly threw off the quilt, rolled and crawled out of bed, and turned on the light.
The dark figure hadn’t expected her to wake up so suddenly, nor react so quickly, and the twisted expression of excitement on his face had not faded by the time the light illuminated him, his hand still touching her quilt.


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