The first ray of morning sunlight pierced through the clouds and spilled into the room through the window frame.
Lin An stretched lazily and glanced at Chen Shuyun, who was deeply asleep in the corner of the bed, with her Spiritual Squirrel lying on her smooth, fair ankle, also sleeping sweetly.
When had this witch slipped in again?
Lin An shook his head helplessly, got up from the bed, picked out a new set of clothes from the wardrobe, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Recently, so much had happened. With Mr. Liu's complete demise, everything seemed to have calmed down.
This feeling...
It was really nice!
Lin An gave his eyes a lazy rub, scooped up some water from the tap and splashed it onto his face; instantly, he felt much more awake.
Suddenly, a pair of cold and gloomy eyes appeared in the mirror above the wash basin.
It was Mr. Liu.
The sharpness of those menacing eyes was so piercing as they coldly stared down Lin An.
