“Mmm…” Yan Qing gradually regained consciousness, looking at the ceiling and recalling what happened before he passed out. Trying to sit up or move, he discovered he was fixed in a “Y” shape on the bed. His hands were handcuffed to both sides of the bedhead, and his feet were shackled together… “Oh! Qing, you’re awake? Are you hungry? Dinner will be ready soon!” Lin Feifei, who walked in from outside, saw Yan Qing’s open eyes and happily asked. However, the kitchen knife in her hand was particularly conspicuous… Yan Qing glanced at her, reading a sense of kinship from her inexplicable gaze… Her crazy look was something he had in his previous life, but this time, being watched with such a gaze felt somewhat subtle. He calmly spoke: “…Why me?” “Of course, it’s because of love! Such things don’t need a reason!” She covered her face, saying shyly, “Oh… how embarrassing.” “…By the way, did you send the text using Anxi’s phone?” Yan Qing remembered the text that made him come here, somewhat worried about Anxi, but he deeply understood he couldn’t shout or provoke her… Otherwise, if Anxi were here, she might truly be in danger. So… he’d probe first and see if Anxi was around… “Ta-da! Look… I got it from Anxi’s pocket! She’s so stupid… Hahaha, but this phone… is truly the matchmaker of our fate!” She picked up Anxi’s phone from the table, holding it with just her right thumb and index finger as if disgusted. She played with the kitchen knife in her left hand, muttering: “I… really don’t like pink, but Qing likes it… so I’ll try to like it too… But I really can’t like this color… Hey, Qing, can you like white for me?” “…I’m hungry.” This was clearly a sign of an impending episode… Yan Qing simply changed the subject because he didn’t want to answer “yes”, nor did he want to lose something from his body for answering “no”. Moreover, from Lin Feifei’s response, she seemed to have stolen the phone from Anxi’s pocket… Okay, Anxi is fine.
Ok!
