As the words fell, there was no second arm reaching out.
Meng Tingting bent down again, pressed her head even lower, and looked under the bed.
What came into view was Meng Hang's head, sporting a smile that was both eerie and inexplicable, with the corners of his mouth stretching almost to his ears, revealing his teeth and a great deal of his gums, his lips slightly wriggling.
"Sis... sister."
"Ah—"
Meng Tingting was so frightened that she shot up, leaping to her feet, with both hands covering her face in terror, as she frantically shook off the hand that was grabbing her ankle.
At the same moment, the bathroom door opened, and their mother, Pan Ya, walked out with a calm expression.
...
At this moment, the scene in the Meng family's master bedroom was beyond comprehension.
