The cold moonlight spread across the vast female bedroom, making the soft and luxurious carpet clearly visible.
At this moment, under the delicate silk-socked foot, a black-haired young man with closed eyes lay unconscious and serene in front of Hillena.
From his disheveled appearance, it was clear that he had been having a tough time recently. His face was pale, with a very noticeable bruise on his forehead.
Compared to the evil fugitive wanted across the city, the young man in front of her seemed more like a clumsy thief.
Perhaps it was due to his overly handsome appearance and the calm demeanor he exhibited at the moment, he looked completely non-threatening.
But Hillena was not the kind of superficial woman who judged by appearances.
After recognizing his identity, she involuntarily stepped back, watching the young man in front of her as if facing a great enemy.
Why is it him?!
Hillena's heartbeat slightly quickened.