C67 I Think She's Dirty

The man collapsed softly into her arms, and Zhuohua glanced down, a hint of satisfaction crossing her face. She knew that those who held too many secrets often disappeared. She could pretend Beiting never asked the question. It wasn't that she didn't want to explain; she just couldn't say she was from the future or that she used to outsmart assassins. They'd likely lock her up for being crazy