A Future (Filler Chapter. Can Skip)
Christina made sure that she would not make any noise. The form on the bed was still aside from the regular rising and falling of the chest.
Christina 'tsked' at the sleeping position of Qing Zihao. He was facing the wall, making him most vulnerable to outside attacks. He could easily get stabbed in the back.
When Christina slept, her back was always against the wall and her hand was under her pillow where her most trusted knife was enclosed on her fingers. That way, she would be able to cut the unexpected person.
Surely, Zihao would have known that. He was the grandson of a mafia lord. It would come with the training.
But it didn't look like Qing Zihao was in any shape to think about his own death. His arms and legs were all over the pillow that he was hugging. It didn't look like the position of someone who had gotten into bed willingly.