Xiao Yang and Lin Mohan, who had been sweet in bed for a while, soon fell asleep.

Outside the hotel, the night is like water and the moon is like a hook.

It was two o'clock in the morning, and there was no one on the road except the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the branches and leaves.

Xiao Yang was sleeping soundly with Lin Mohao in his arms, occasionally speaking a few words in his dreams, and he could not hear what this fellow really said.

Originally, such a night should be quiet and peaceful.

However, the emergence of a dark shadow has broken the quietness...