Night,
Late at night,
It was a dark and windy night to escape from the wedding.
Holding the knife in her hand, An Qian couldn't help but shiver.
"You... Don't move around. Swords don't have eyes. Don't blame me for not warning you!" An Qian wiped the sweat from her forehead and her legs began to tremble unconsciously. She had never killed anyone in her life. The man in front of him raised his eyebrows, with a hint of frivolity in his eyes. He raised his head and said, "Girl, are you robbing wealth... Or robbing sex?"