Bangkok, Thailand.
After Lin Chuan and Fang Yuan had an intimate session in the hotel room, Fang Yuan was nestled in Lin Chuan's arms, her pretty face slightly flushed, clearly from the intensity gradually fading away.
"Lin Chuan, you need to be careful. The assassins from the Red Butterfly Organization are not easy to deal with." Fang Yuan said, looking up with concern etched on her pretty face as she gazed at Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan gave a faint smile and kissed Fang Yuan lightly on the cheek, saying, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Fang Yuan said, "Their assassination tactics are unpredictable; I'm really worried about you."
Lin Chuan laughed heartily, saying, "I was just fretting about not being able to find them. If they come to me on their own, I'll be more than happy."
Despite what Lin Chuan said, Fang Yuan couldn't shake off her worries.
After spending about two hours in the hotel with Fang Yuan, Lin Chuan excused himself; he had to meet Silver Fox.
