Of course, if Lin Kuang had known what the Witch was thinking, he would have definitely stayed—stayed to devour this woman whom most men found themselves unable to control.
Back in his room, Lin Kuang plugged his phone in to charge and turned it on. Soon after, it began to buzz as text messages cascaded across the screen. Some were missed call alerts; others were from Yang Ruoxi, asking why he had not replied yet.
As he looked at the stream of messages, the image of Yang Ruoxi's feisty, defiant expression came to mind, and he could not help but let out a silly chuckle. He sent Yang Ruoxi a text back explaining that his phone had died, and then he finally rested.
As Lin Kuang drifted off to sleep, Qin Yuan had also returned to the Dark Blood headquarters through special channels, bringing Wan Mu's corpse with him.
