Just like this, I don't know how much time had passed—
Zhu Qingyue was hiding under the covers, eyes wide open, staring at the light bulb on the ceiling that emitted a halo of light. She could only look at it for a moment before a piercing pain struck her eyeballs, so she switched her gaze to the corner of the ceiling instead.
During this time, the intruder was right under her bed, showing no intentions of crawling out.
She was powerless to resist, so she clamped her mouth shut, not daring to speak out loud, and even her breathing was cautious and light.
She even refrained from moving, holding her breath and focusing intently even when shifting slightly to adjust her stiff body posture.
If she made any rash movements, it was frightening to think what the monster under the bed might do to her.
Zhu Qingyue had considered feigning a need to use the restroom or to get a drink of water as an excuse to leave the room and call for help.
