Early the next morning, just as dawn broke, Shen Qiang was already awake. In his arms, the beautiful Wenren Meiqiao rested her head on Shen Qiang's shoulder, sleeping soundly. As he inhaled the light scent of shampoo and the jasmine-like fragrance of her body, Shen Qiang resisted the urge to brush away the strands of hair that tickled him.
After all, her side profile was perfect, and she slept sweetly, her breaths warm, soft, and gentle, completely unlike the dual-sword-wielding female demon. Such a tender and gentle Wenren Meiqiao made Shen Qiang reluctant to wake her.
Not only that.
At this moment, Shen Qiang was inexplicably worried about Bianyi's situation. Judging by the time, he should have arrived by now, and whether the deal could be smoothly concluded was crucial, as this was the simplest way to obtain one of the keys.
Because Shen Qiang was not short on money.
As long as money was given, it could be obtained, undoubtedly saving a lot of trouble.
