Preparing a bottle of chloroform, Tian Lin crept over to the bed, grabbed the cover, and quickly pulled it back. His intent was to smother the boy and knock him out before he could scream.
What he found instead was a woman with hair like midnight, eyes like daggers, and an expression so cold it could have frozen over the Qing Desert—an arid land that was so hot even its people didn’t go out in the sun without ample reason.
“What?!”
Before he could get over his shock, the woman twisted her body around and slammed her feet into his chest. The loud cracking sound echoed around the room as he was lifted off his feet. Tian Lin groaned as his back struck the wall, denting it. He managed to land on his feet, but his legs felt wobbly. That last attack had almost fractured his ribs. If he hadn’t
