After Wang Ma left the room, the bodyguard locked the door again and stood guard at the door.

Qin Ye had been playing and making a lot of noise for a whole day and was very tired. After taking a shower, he lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

night.

I was half asleep and woke up thirsty.

Tonight, the braised lion's head soup made by Wang Ma was a bit salty. She ate several of them and is now very thirsty.

He supported himself on the edge of the bed and sat up, then groped for the switch at the head of the bed and turned on a wall-mounted night light.

Bang!

The warm yellow light lit up, dimly illuminating the room. She looked up inadvertently and saw the man sitting on the sofa. His body was shrouded in darkness, and he was staring at her with a pair of bottomless eyes.

Wow!

Qin Ye was startled out of nowhere and almost fell off the bed.

It was the middle of the night and someone was staring at me like this.

I wonder when he came back? I wonder how much he stared at her?

Thinking back to the scene where Tang Mu was staring at while he was sleeping just now... I broke out in a cold sweat on my back and felt creepy.

Faintly, I could smell a strong smell of alcohol.

Is he drinking?

Qin Ye looked at him carefully. His coat was thrown on the ground, the collar of his shirt was wrinkled, and two buttons were torn. He looked extremely impetuous and gloomy, not easy to mess with. His body was slumped in the sofa, and the pair of eyes staring at her were like a wolf in the dark night.

He just stared at me motionless for a moment, without saying a word or making a sound.

Qin Ye suddenly became petrified and dared not move...

The air was so stagnant that it felt a little eerie.

He didn't move, and she didn't dare to move either. She remained in this half-risen posture, leaning stiffly against the head of the bed.

Inexplicably embarrassing...

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes...

How long does he want to see her?

He wanted to kill her or cut her into pieces, just one sentence, staring at her intently, what did that mean?

Is he happy or unhappy?

What does he want to do?

Qin Ye's body felt numb after keeping the same posture for too long, and the atmosphere was too weird. In the dim room, the two people who did not move for a moment looked like two living corpses.

And she was thirsty.

I glanced cautiously at the wall from the corner of my eye. It was now 3:30 in the morning.

We can't keep going like this until dawn, can we?

After struggling with complicated thoughts for a long time, Qin Ye finally clenched his hands, as if to cheer himself up, took a deep breath, and poked his feet out of the quilt.

He didn't move.

Qin Ye became a little bolder and stretched out his other leg. He gently pulled open the quilt and got out of bed on tiptoe.

He still didn't move.

Could it be that he fell asleep with his eyes open?

She lifted her buttocks and took two steps when he moved!

His eyes rolled, moving with her movements and remained locked on her, so frightening that she almost screamed.

He took a careful step forward, his eyes following her movements again.

ill!

This man is probably sick!

Qin Ye clenched his hands, swallowed hard the fear in his throat, moved his feet very carefully, slowly moved towards the coffee table, and also got closer to him.

His deep pupils stared at her, as gloomy as a beast lurking in the dark, dangerous and sinister, locking onto its prey and ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

She walked around to the sofa, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

Finally, he slowly approached the coffee table, touched the cup, and poured himself a glass of water.

The sound of the water seemed very abrupt and increasingly strange in the quiet room...