She got out of bed and, barefooted, walked towards the painting with a strangely unsettling beauty, observing it closely.
She held a mobile phone in her hand.
It rang three times before it was answered.
A startled voice immediately reached her ears.
"Boss! Finally you're alright! Are you okay? During these two days, have you done anything to that pretty boy?"
It was Kevin's exaggerated voice.
He had been wandering outside Jiang Ruan's house several times, but she hadn't returned home at all.
She had been staying at that pretty boy's house!
Jiang Ruan bit her finger, staring at the painting in front of her.
What met her eyes was an unsettling red.
An endless spread of darkness and despair.
It was intensely oppressive.
She forced a smile: "Why aren't you worried about him doing something to me?"
Kevin: "You're not sexy, not curvy, you're as uninteresting as a sick fish. I'm not interested."
Jiang Ruan faced him expressionlessly: "＊＊＊"
