The phone reading: Qin Da was drenched in red wine, sticky and uncomfortable all over, yet had no choice but to stay pressed against the bed's edge, cursing silently under his breath at He Muqing while gritting his teeth to endure. Eight-zero e-book: Based on last time, when Bai Lang had just checked into the hotel, he immediately faced an attack—this time, he would likely face the same fate. Yet, waiting from late afternoon until dark, no one came by at all. Fortunately, He Muqing has been on a weight-loss journey and hasn't eaten dinner lately; otherwise, she'd be quite miserable, having to watch him eat while she herself remained hungry. "Hey, Qin, do you think that person will come by?" He Muqing whispered down to him, "Maybe the message didn't reach them, or perhaps something has come up and delayed things?" Qin Feng didn't bother responding. He Muqing sat on the bed, stretched lazily, and deliberately swayed her two elegantly curved legs, precisely facing Qin Da's line of sight. "Qin Xiaoshi, are you really sure you can't just go take a shower?" she asked in her magnetic tone. "Of course not—how could I possibly be anywhere else? Back when my brother used to lie in the damp grass for two full days and two nights...” Qin, the young lord, quickly changed the subject. "Now, Mr. He, you're not going to tease me again, are you?" He Mei huffed. "I haven't the time or inclination for that at all. I'm going to bed now. Do your job properly—don't think of any tricks, or else, I'll see to it!" Qin Feng thought: How could he possibly get through to her if she really came charging out and took him right then? In strength, she wouldn't stand a chance; in skill, she'd be completely outclassed! Clap—light goes out. "Wait a minute, what did you just do? You turned off the lights?" he began to complain. He Muqing sighed. "Of course I'm going to sleep—do you think sleeping requires lights?" How wide-minded this girl really is—right now you're just a bait, aren't you? Who knows, at any moment he might be sliced and his neck severed—though with me, a top-tier master, guarding him, it's always wise to remain a little cautious. Heo Mu-qing fell asleep quickly, breathing steadily. By now, Qin the Young had nearly regretted his decision. If only he'd chosen Shu, the police officer instead! Though Shu's martial skills were a bit lacking, at least she wouldn't have thrown a bottle of wine worth thousands of yuan straight into the bed's underlayer. Several more hours passed, and it was well past midnight. This was the time of day when people were most fatigued. Qin the Young rubbed his temples with both hands and instantly felt revitalized. The room was extremely quiet, and he felt it necessary to check the surroundings. Closing his eyes, he entered a state of clear awareness. It was no easy feat—usually, he sat upright, properly positioned, practicing his breathwork. This time, however, he was lying on his back, tucked beneath a beautiful woman's bed. The corridor was empty, while several adjacent guest rooms were bustling with activity—men and women engaged in their most primal encounters, the scenes quite unseemly. The stairwell and storage rooms were entirely normal. A crisp *ding*—the elevator doors opened, revealing an empty cabin; presumably, a guest had pressed the wrong floor button. Everything seemed routine, yet he sensed a subtle danger approaching. He quickly scanned the surroundings again, but found nothing out of the ordinary. This was unusual—usually, his intuition was remarkably accurate. Could this time be an exception? Still, he remained alert, closely observing the surroundings. An hour passed, then suddenly a dark figure descended from the ceiling and landed on the large bed. As a five-star hotel, it places high demands on furniture quality—particularly in certain aspects. The bed’s main frame is constructed from a high-tensile memory metal, offering exceptional elasticity. Suddenly, a person appeared on the bed. The sudden weight caused the bed to sag sharply, pressing heavily onto Qin Feng and squeezing him into a narrow space, leaving him immobile. He Meng Qing opened her eyes immediately—her upper body was firmly pressed by a dark shadow, just as immobile as Qin Feng. The unexpected turn of events made both of them tense. Especially He Meng Qing, who could clearly feel the cold seeping up from her neck. The cold came from a sharp dagger, gleaming with an eerie silver light in the darkness. " You're not a Shura!" the shadow spoke, a woman's voice, demanding, "Tell me— who exactly are you?" He Meng Qing couldn't even respond, shouting instead, "Qin Feng! You're so slow! Get up and help me before I'm sliced in half!" The shadow stiffened, her legs kicking furiously on the bed. Her right arm, holding the dagger, extended forward, the sharp tip piercing the window glass. As the glass shattered, the shadow leapt out through the window. Only then did Qin Feng slide out from beneath the bed, his dagger flying straight for the light switch. When the lights came on, the figure of the black-robed man was gone—only a shattered window remained. "Damn it! Jumping from this height—didn't I just turn into a pulp?" Qin, the young man, rushed straight toward the window, peering out. There was still no trace of the black-robed figures. Outside the building, the glass curtain wall was smooth and vertical, extending seamlessly from top to bottom—clearly offering no place for concealment. The woman, still breathless on the bed, scolded him fiercely: "Qin Feng, you're a dead weight! What are you even doing here? I almost had my throat cut, and you were just lying there, asleep below! If I'd known this, you should've been right beside me!" Qin, his face dark with frustration, turned and barked: "What are you shouting about? I nearly suffocated under the weight of the pressure below! You didn't even catch her—watching her jump out the window and escape, you still have the nerve to complain?" "You...," He Muqing was also quite agitated; there was a clear white mark on her neck, a sign of frostbite. Qin Feng felt it was absolutely unnecessary to keep pressing this issue. He reached up, lifting her flushed chin, and said, "It's so hot out right now—how on earth can we even find any topical cream for frostbite? Head, don't get so worked up. Did you catch a clear view of her face?" He Muqing paused, her voice filled with awe, saying, "I didn't get a good look at her face—I only saw her eyes. They were intimidating, truly frightening. If she hadn't spoken first, I would have thought I was going to die right there!" Qin Feng found himself wondering, just how intimidating those eyes must have been, considering she was someone who never feared anything. He Mei was pale as a sheet, her body trembling involuntarily, and continued, "The color of those eyes was quite strange—somewhat blue, no, actually more like green... but that's not quite right either; it seemed to have a yellowish tinge. Honestly, it was hard to describe it with any ordinary color." Qin Feng's face fell, and he interrupted, asking, "Did it resemble the color of apple wine or champagne, or perhaps a blend of the two?" He Mei nodded vigorously, as if a chick tapping its feet. Qin, the young nobleman, sat down heavily on the bed, murmuring, "It can't be her, can it? If it really is her, then this is going to be disastrous!"