Lu Qingxue's voice was exceptionally gentle, enough to make one's bones melt.
Qin Huai opened his mouth subconsciously.
After taking a sip of soup, Qin Huai felt a chill run down his spine.
A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.
The facial features have gone out of control; the nose is no longer a nose, and the eyes are no longer eyes.
Well, how should I put it?
It's probably a feeling of life being bleak and meaningless, a sense that living has no meaning.
Not spitting it out was Qin Huai's last act of defiance.
"Is it delicious?" Lu Qingxue asked with a smile.
Qin Huai nodded mechanically.
"Drink it all."
Lu Qingxue said gently.
Qin Huai had no desire to live anymore, so he closed his eyes and drank it all in one gulp.
My stomach started to hurt.
The medicine was very effective.
Qin Huai began to ponder what color wreath she would like.
Lu Qingxue proudly introduced her self-created Seven-Colored Dream Soup.
"I added a lot of tonics and almost every seasoning in the world, including Thirteen Spices. There's a rat pattern on it... Huh?"
As Lu Qingxue spoke, she suddenly turned and rushed towards the kitchen.
A moment later, she came running out screaming, holding an opened packet of rat poison in her hand, shouting anxiously, "Qin Huai! Go vomit it up! I put rat poison in the 'Thirteen Spices'!"
"hehe."
Qin Huai smiled slightly and calmly walked towards the restroom.
I'm really tired.
A moment later...
"Ugh... ugh..."
"Qin Huai, are you alright?" Lu Qingxue's worried voice came from outside the restroom.
"Not...dead..."
"Kukuku..."
Lu Qingxue covered her mouth but couldn't help laughing out loud. After running back to her room, her unrestrained laughter echoed throughout every corner of the villa.
Interspersed among them was Su Huaijun's laughter.
Qin Huai, clutching the toilet, was pale and forced to force a bitter smile.
If you still don't realize you've been tricked, then you're incredibly stupid.
"It's all retribution... but this isn't over!"
cluck cluck...
My stomach is churning.
Qin Huai's expression of gritting his teeth instantly turned into one of pain.
Puff puff puff splash...
Qin Huai lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled.
Smoke swirled under the lamplight, conveying a deep sense of helplessness and loneliness.
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