With Shen Fu's move, Xiaodie's actions came to a halt.
Shen Fu called out again, "Xiaodie, is that you?"
In the silent air, Shen Fu seemed to hear the sound of water droplets.
Just as he was wondering if the tap in the washroom wasn't closed tightly, Xiaodie turned around, her mouth agape in a bloody grin, "It's me, husband."
"Ah!"
Shen Fu suddenly sat up, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His heart was pounding violently—it was just a dream!
He was still shaken, that scene had been too horrifying.
Xiaodie's mouth was dripping with blood, and in her hand was a white rabbit, its neck bitten off and gushing blood!
Upon closer recollection, he even remembered two black horns on Xiaodie's forehead, like a little demon from a fairy tale. As for other details, he could no longer remember.
Shen Fu glanced at his "wife" sleeping with her back to him. Dreams are the opposite of reality, so my Xiaodie is an angel!
