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Qing Zihao was awakened by the sound of muffled grunts. He almost fell off the bed when his body jumped. All he could see was Christina's silhouette and how her arm was moving up and down. Whenever her hand would arc, there would be something dripping and splattering on his walls.

"What are you doing?!"

Christina looked at him with a feral look on her face. Her teeth bared and she snapped at him that she almost looked like she was also going to kill Qing Zihao.

"They've sent people to kill you," she said and dropped the head that she was holding upright.

The body remained suspended, half inside the room and the other half still dangling about forty feet in the air.

She cracked her neck. "Did you finally grow some balls? Or should I go check the rest of the house myself?"