Jiang Shouzhong gently patted the girl's back, seeing her fast asleep, carefully pulled over the blanket from the side to cover her more, and then calmed his mind to think about tomorrow's assassination plan.
As night deepened, Jiang Shouzhong was gradually enveloped by drowsiness and closed his eyes to sleep.
In a state of half-dream and half-awake, muddled, he suddenly sensed a warm breath rising in his embrace, as if enveloped by a faint, gentle light.
Jiang Shouzhong instinctively opened his eyes and was completely dumbfounded.
Little Jiangyi, who had been sleeping sweetly in his arms, had somehow transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman.
The woman had a breathtakingly beautiful appearance, her smooth face seemed to be gently veiled by a fine pearl powder, appearing even more alluring in the night, exuding an irresistible charm.
This woman was Jiang Yi!
