The legs were all hairy, obviously belonging to a man.
Han Zhao immediately closed his eyes, leaving only a sliver open to secretly watch the feet that had appeared so suddenly.
Without any sound, another foot descended, and after firmly stepping on the ladder, a man in a black tank top and large shorts silently climbed down from the upper bunk.
The man's face was backed by the light, and coupled with the dim illumination, Han Zhao had already broken out in a cold sweat from fear and didn't dare to keep staring, so he couldn't see the man's features clearly.
He was only quietly observing the figure that had climbed down through the narrow opening of his eyes, using his peripheral vision.
Unfamiliar.
He was certain he didn't recognize this person.
After descending, the man didn't have shoes on his feet and suddenly stood still, just standing at the end of Han Zhao's bed, facing the direction of the lower bunk.
