The night was deep, shrouding the other corners of his room.
Everything was hazy and unclear.
The only thing clear was the small light from his dropped phone, illuminating that face.
But even the most beautiful face, in such a scene,
Would only make people want to scream for help with all their heart.
The phone rolled on the ground a few times, and Liang Chao mentally cursed as he found himself in a staring contest with the monster.
His body was frozen for a long while, unable to speak.
The monster probably didn't expect someone to see her and remain so calm, to stare back at her so intently, curiously fixing her gaze on him, wondering if he had any last words to say.
The thick vines with the sweet face of a young girl, the violent contrast between distortion and cuteness, the faint face barely visible under the weak screen light, and the vines slowly twisting and entwining, gave off a nauseating odor—
Very dangerous—
Extremely dangerous—
