In the middle of the night, Mu Yiliang suddenly opened her eyes without any warning.
She felt herself being firmly embraced by a man, with his warm hand resting just on her hip.
Mu Yiliang felt extremely uncomfortable, gritted her teeth, moved his hand away, and quietly slipped out of his embrace.
She stared into the darkness in front of her, feeling momentarily bewildered, and only remembered her purpose after a while.
The man beside her had once hurt her badly and had done so many excessive things to her, so she had to kill him.
Now was the best opportunity. He was asleep, completely unaware.
As long as she was careful, she could end his life in his sleep.
Determined, she quietly got out of bed, but just as she stood up, she was stumped.
She didn't have a proper tool.
She had only one chance, so she had to make it a deadly strike. A sharp knife or gun would be the best, but she had none of these.
