"Clang."
Just as the woman reached out to open the door, a poisoned throwing knife that had just been shot out reversed its path and embedded itself into the door bolt, blocking the woman's way.
"Since you're already here, the night is short, why not stay and keep me company?"
A large hand slipped around her slender waist, accompanied by a playful whisper in her ear.
"Damn it."
She quickly turned around and found Zhang Xiaoshan already standing behind her. As she turned her head, the two of them ended up pressed closely against each other, where she could clearly feel Zhang Xiaoshan's breath and see the teasing smile on his face.
"Bastard."
Startled, she instinctively swung a hand strike towards Zhang Xiaoshan's face.
But just as her hand flew out, Zhang Xiaoshan grasped her wrist.
"Why so eager to leave?"
