The doors and windows of the room were tightly shut, and the light was dim. In front of him was a bed draped in silk.
Within a dozen meters around, no sound of a third person's breathing or heartbeat could be heard.
Chen Ming's palms were sweaty, but he suddenly burst into laughter, "Sister-in-law, please stop joking. Call Brother Ruan out, will you? Is he hiding behind the door?"
Kneeling on the ground, Zhou Yilan kept her head down. Although she couldn't see his expression, she also sensed his extreme tension, feeling a bit of admiration. Even at this point, he refused to admit anything, evidencing his caution.
She said, "Saint Heir, there's no need to suspect your subordinate. If the subordinate intended to harm you, why go through such an act? I only need to do this—"
