The feeling of danger must be an illusion.
How could such an ordinary person, wrapped in such dark aura and so easy to manipulate, possibly pose any danger to her?
She sent Fu Xi out the door.
The moment the door shut, Su Qian's smile disappeared without a trace, and his eyes grew cold as he stared at the doorway.
After a long while, he turned around with a hint of a smile, leaned against the door, and pulled out the small knife he had just restrained himself from taking out. Its blade was sharp, glinting with silver light, which he flipped up and down at his fingertips.
"Oh dear, junior sister, I almost let the cat out of the bag," he whispered to himself, his lips curving in a smile.
"It's really annoying, isn't it? Where on earth does all that luck come from with such people?"
Baffled, he put away the knife, dove into bed, and once again took the plush toy into his arms.
"Forget it, no matter where it came from, a couple more depletions and it'll all be gone."
