It was past eleven o'clock at night. Liu Qing had only slept for a few minutes and was not completely asleep. In a daze, he heard the sound of someone turning the door handle. The door was locked and did not move.
Liu Qing woke up immediately and thought,"
"It can't be that little fairy, right?"
The image that appeared in his mind was Feng Zhixuan with her hair down and a kitchen knife in her hand. The knife was still dripping blood and there was a strange smile on her face.
Why did the knife drip blood and whose blood was dripping? He didn't consider that question. In any case, that was the image in his mind.
He secretly rejoiced,"Fortunately, I locked the door, or else I would have died tonight!""
Just as she was thinking about it, she heard a knock on the door and Su Qi's voice." Is this a game?"
Only then did Liu Qing realize that he was overthinking.
A sentence flashed in his mind-thirty was like a wolf, forty was like a tiger.
