Under the pillow, there conspicuously lay Long Teng's phone and a small box.
Wen Jiaren's bright, black and white eyes lit up. She casually tossed the pillow to the ground and leaned over to grab the box. As soon as she touched it, she sensed the ancient aura emanating from it. Her heart leapt with joy; it was indeed the copper token inside the box.
However, before she had time to rejoice, a pair of strong hands suddenly wrapped around her slender waist. Next came a sudden whirl as her body was firmly pressed under Long Teng's.
Wen Jiaren was startled, staring at Long Teng with terror-filled eyes, "Why aren't you unconscious?"
Long Teng curled his vibrant, crimson lips, the contempt evident on his face as his hand rested on her neck, "Did you really think your little trick would fool me?"
Wen Jiaren glanced at the unconscious woman beside her and fiercely kicked her with the still free leg.
