It's night.

Yingqian was wearing panda slippers, squatting in the corner of the corridor, and said seriously:

"System, we are in big trouble!"

She just woke up late at night.

I ran out and wanted to get a glass of water.

I didn't expect to encounter such a scene that was not suitable for children.

Listening to the wheezing coming from the room next to him, Yingqian coughed, lowered his throat, and asked furtively:

"If I remember correctly, this is Liang Xin's room, right?"

【It seems so.】

"Ah this..."

Did she hear something she shouldn't have heard?

But Liangxin looked pale and thin.

Quite energetic.

I kept fussing around most of the night.

But he is a young man after all.

Occasionally.

Solve your physical problems yourself.

It's also normal.

Yingqian was about to run away.

The system suddenly asked with great interest:

[Does the host want to record? Or should I open the door and scare him? 】

Yingqian stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

With a look of horror on her face, she said:

"The extent of your perversion really impresses me, system!"

[I just follow the host’s ideas...]

"Climb! I don't have such thoughts!"

Yingqian cursed at the system.

Tiptoeing through the door of Liang Xin's room.

But suddenly I felt something was wrong.

His breathing...

Why is it a little strange?

Urgent and panicked.

It's like being in a state of extreme uneasiness.

You can't be sick, can you?

What if I wake up tomorrow morning and find a dead body in my house...

Then I will definitely not be able to have breakfast.

Yingqian hesitated.

His thin white fingers landed on the door and knocked twice.

"Liang Xin?"

The wheezing sound disappeared in an instant.

The surroundings returned to silence.

There was only the occasional thunder outside the window, mixed with the more majestic rain, making a crackling sound when it hit the glass window heavily.

Yingqian didn't wait for Liangxin's response.

I no longer cared.

She was about to leave.

At this moment, the door opened quietly.

Liang Xin stuck out his head and stared at Ying Qian expressionlessly.

The moles adorning the ends of his eyes were so red that they looked as if they were bleeding.

That overly beautiful face was as pale as paper.

A flash of coldness struck by lightning.

It adds a bit of spooky atmosphere.

"It's you."

Liangxin narrowed his eyes, the amber waves rolled, and finally condensed into a dark shadow with unknown meaning.

The lips, which were so red that they looked a little sickly, twitched slightly.

As if trying to evoke a smile.

But with a thunder that almost seemed to split the heaven and the earth apart.

Liang Xin's body trembled, a look of deep uneasiness appeared on his face, and the unformed smile on his lips was completely dispersed.

Yingqian saw something was wrong with him and asked smoothly:

"Are you okay?"

Liangxin lowered his head, his thin shoulders trembling, and ignored Yingqian's words.

She was too lazy to ask for trouble.

Since Liang Xin is still alive.

Then there's no problem.

"goodbye."

Yingqian said goodbye politely, turned around and left with a look of eagerness.

But her panda slippers have just taken one step forward.

Just stopped in place

She lowered her head and glanced at the two fingers with distinct joints that were grasped at the corners of her clothes.

Yingqian cast doubtful eyes on Liangxin again.

Eyes facing each other.

But none of them spoke.

Yingqian saw the anxiety hidden deep in Liangxin's eyes.

And the thin lips that have been bitten with blood.

"otherwise..."

She messed up her hair. Although she didn't want to get involved in the trouble, Liangxin didn't let go, and Yingqian couldn't help but beat him unconscious.

"Shall I stay with you for a while?"

Liangxin's eyes lit up.

There was a honey-colored sweetness in his eyes.

He nodded, took a step sideways, and moved out of the way.

Yingqian sighed, passed by Liangxin, and walked into the room.

There were no lights on in the room.

Only the occasional lightning that cuts across the sky can break the darkness solidified here.

But with every thunder.

Liangxin's breathing becomes uncontrollably aggravated.

Ying Qian glanced around.

Not finding a chair in the room, she simply sat down by the bed.

"Are you afraid of thunder?"

Liangxin lowered his head.
To be continued...