As the night wore on, the quilt slid down from his strong chest and landed on his waist, covering the grim wound in his waist and abdomen.

The moonlight outside the window was light, and he had a light on his back and a mask on his face. But somehow, Mu Xiaoqi could clearly feel that his face was stretched to the extreme.

The man on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say. He took a deep breath and said to the phone, "I'll call first, you wait for me to get a message."

Hang up the phone, he lifted the quilt and got out of...