Steathily and silently, Ling Tian flipped himself through the window into the room. Inside, Ling Chen had already warily opened her eyes as she sat up, "Who is it?"
In a weird voice, Ling Tian cackled, "Little Beautiful, it's me. I'm the serial flower thief, here to 'pick your beautiful flower' , you had better not resist." Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food, he immediately pinned the svelte body below his own, his two hands moving naturally on instinct to attack the defences, conquering the land until he reached the highest twin peaks. Ling Chen let out a yelp. She had already recognized Ling Tian's voice a long time ago, and was overjoyed yet embarrassed, so how could she retaliate?
