Lan Jiaojiao was immersed in joy, completely oblivious to the deeper meaning in Yang Yi's words, and even coyly leaned into his embrace, "I quite like it."
Yang Yi tightened his hold on her, ambiguously moving his face close to her ear, his voice now taking on an inexplicable gasp as the sickly madness in his eyes intensified, "Come, let me take you inside to have a look."
After the two entered the house, Yang Yi showed Lan Jiaojiao around. She didn't notice that Yang Yi had somehow appeared behind her, and in his hand was a blunt instrument, something resembling a hammer.
"Yang Yi, your house is so big…"
Lan Jiaojiao turned around excitedly, but before she could make out what was happening, she felt a sudden pain in the back of her head and then lost all consciousness, collapsing into the darkness.
