"I'm not panicking, I caught the bus." said Li Qiao, sounding out of breath.
Old Mrs. Qin: "I'm going to sleep first, leave the door for Jin."
"Okay." Li Qiao replied. After washing up, she got into bed, and her racing heart gradually calmed down.
Someone must be trying to scare her on purpose!
Who would be so wicked?
Li Qiao couldn't think of anyone, closed her eyes to sleep, and in her drowsiness felt someone next to her, a chilling coldness. She shivered and sat up in alarm.
"Qiaoqiao, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
The clear and firm voice of the young man echoed in her ears.
Li Qiao patted her chest: "When did you get back? You're so cold, I thought you were a ghost."
Qin Jin: "...I just got into bed. Did I freeze you?"
"Not really." Li Qiao lay down again.
