Bai Youwei stretched out her hands, grabbing onto the window frame.
The wooden strips at the edge of the window were crushed, and there were scratch marks on the wall. A low growl came from the werewolf's throat, but the person on the bed ignored her, not moving an inch.
By now, Bai Youwei's upper body had already reached through the window.
With just a light kick of her legs, she could leap into the room and tear Hans to pieces! But his unusual silence made her hesitate...
Bai Youwei stopped, struggling to suppress the bloodthirsty urge within her, and carefully observed the person before her.
Indeed, it was Hans.
The same hairstyle, the same build, the same clothes... Even though he was holding that pot of flowers, motionless, the scent of Hans was on him.
After transforming into a werewolf, Bai Youwei's sense of smell was exceptionally sharp. The person before her was unmistakably Hans.
