The chill of the blade raised Zu An’s goosebumps immediately. "Venerable hero, do you want money, or do you want… me? We can talk it out! Please don’t let your hand slip!”

As he said this, he secretly prepared Grandgale in order to teleport away.

A snicker sounded from behind him. “Money is something I can understand, but as for the latter… is that really something I would want?”

A woman? Zu An sighed in relief when he heard the timbre of his attacker’s voice. He might have been slightly worried if a man had come to assassinate him, but women were his specialty!

“Venerable heroine, this is where I’ll have to disagree. You can insult my integrity, but you cannot insult my handsome face!” Zu An said with a firm expression.

“Pah, what a slick tongue you have. No wonder that slut Qiu Honglei fell for you.” With a whisper of sound, the blade which was resting against his neck disappeared.

Only then did Zu An turn around carefully. A masked woman limped over to his bed, then slowly sat down.

As she sat down, a great wave rippled across her chest.

Zu An swallowed. “Big…” he couldn’t help but blurt out automatically.

Even though there probably...