Chapter 11 Ran Xiangsi, don’t let me catch you...
As soon as he opened his eyes, Xing Chen checked his body.
There was no dizziness or discomfort in his head, indicating that the sedative he'd been given earlier wasn't strong.
His slender fingers massaged his temples.
Xing Chen sat up, his cold black eyes as clear and cold as an autumn moon, surveying the chaotic bed with disdain.
They had left cleanly.
There was not a single trace left in the bedroom related to Ran Xiangsi.
Oh wait.
Xing Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, catching a whiff of that familiar fragrance in the air.
It was the scent from that woman's body.
Lifting the quilt, just as he was about to get out of bed, his eyes fell on a black gun resting on the bed.
His long eyebrows furrowed instantly.