Confusion
Shen Wuxiao made no attempt to hide his movements; he ran straight in.
Hexi, hidden in the shadows, saw how brazen he was—he had actually charged inside.
She was utterly furious.
A cold glint flashed in her hand as she moved to slit his throat.
But just as she struck, she suddenly stopped.
The person was actually Shen Wuxiao.
With both of them there, the situation became rather strange for a moment.
Hexi held a fruit knife while Shen Wuxiao looked at her.
"Shen..." Hexi's pretty face was full of shock.
This bastard had come again.
Could she really not escape?
"You're okay. That's great, you're okay!"
Shen Wuxiao suddenly said, then immediately wrapped his arms around Hexi's soft body.
He held her tightly in his embrace.
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"What do you mean, I'm okay? You... let go of me! Why are you here again?!"
There was even a sobbing note in her voice.
This bastard.
Shen Wuxiao was panting as he released her and held her by the shoulders.
"I thought something had happened to you. Thank goodness you're fine."
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"What could possibly happen to me?" Hexi could not understand.
Shen Wuxiao took out his phone and opened a message window.
"Look. Someone sent me an anonymous text saying: If you want the woman you like to be safe, get to Yujin Hotel, Room 14 on the 13th floor, immediately!"
Hexi found it unbelievable and leaned over to look.
Then she suddenly did not know what to say.
She felt as though her intelligence had been insulted.
Her beautiful eyes looked at Shen Wuxiao. "You sent this message out yourself. Someone else didn't send it to you!"
"Huh?" Shen Wuxiao looked at it. "Oh no, I took the wrong phone. I meant to show you the one that