The Flower Witch stared at the newspaper, pouting slightly and lost in thought.
Chen Qi must be hiding something very important from her.
With a vivid imagination, the Flower Witch began to wildly conjecture:
In the pitch-dark night, Chen Qi let out a sinister laugh and reached out his evil tendrils toward the passing fishermen.
Bang!
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Fen, open the door."
The Flower Witch instantly reacted like a startled cat and opened the door, where Chen Qi stood, dressed in a chef's outfit.
He's alive... The corners of the Flower Witch's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an excited smile.
In his hands, he carried a large bag of snacks, four bottles of fruit wine, and a small cake.
The inn was small, with just one wooden bed and a simple dressing table.
With nowhere else to sit, Chen Qi sat down on the bed:
"Fen, I came back a bit late, and you haven't had breakfast, have you?"
