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Thud.
The white shoes stopped at the side of the bed and stood still.
Up close, the white shoes resembled short boots, entirely in a greyish-white tone, with fine wrinkles and blackish-grey around the edges. The surface had no patterns, only some remaining faint yellow sawdust.
Li Chengyi and Yserine lay under the bed, motionless and silent.
To avoid trouble, he even held his breath for a while.
Time ticked by slowly.
The owner of the white shoes remained unmoving, standing by the bedside, seemingly unsure of what to do next.
But while he didn't move, Yserine slowly started to stir.
She gently reached out and tapped Li Chengyi.
"Brother, I'll try first. You follow up!" she whispered, her voice very low in Li Chengyi's ear.
"Alright!" Li Chengyi gestured that everything was under control.
Then, he saw Yserine pluck another strand of hair from her head, a golden hair that gleamed with pure luster which she curled and gently tossed out.
Swish!
