When Lin Fan opened his eyes again, it was already the next day.
Sunlight spilled from the windowsill into this pink-themed room.
There was a sweet scent in the air.
Looking around, the room was fresh and adorable, decorated with many awards.
"Next time, I can't do uncertain things like this."
Lin Fan lay there, the events of last night still vivid in his mind.
He had almost been attacked by a resentful spirit that shot through his body.
Compared to fighting or killing people, dealing with resentful spirits was much harder.
Just as he was about to sit up,
he suddenly discovered a jade arm still resting on his chest.
The fair skin with a rosy tint and slender fingers radiated youthful vigor.
As his gaze followed the arm upwards, he gasped when he found the owner of the arm.
The arm's owner was none other than Li Qiqi.
At that moment, her eyes were tightly closed, breathing even.
One hand was clutching his arm, and the other rested on his chest.
