The temperature had just started to rise, events were unfolding nicely, and the passionate moment was about to arrive when someone with sharp eyes suddenly turned completely dark in the face, glaring at the multi-legged creature that occupied a corner of the bed, whose two antennae were still actively exploring. Feng Xuxu was puzzled by her man's sudden change from his usual wolfish, predatory demeanor to a face so dark, he might as well have written with it. Following his gaze, she immediately felt a forehead full of black lines forming.
Underneath the bed, Yueyue and Qiqi exchanged glances, wondering why everything had gone quiet?
"Brother, do you think Dad might have killed Mom...?" Yueyue frowned her delicate brows, her little hand still clutching her heart.
Qiqi's small mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he rolled his eyes helplessly. Yueyue pouted and slowly lifted the bedsheet, crawling under the bed and revealing only two large eyes, peering outwards.
