Jiang Qiao was in a bad mood. She stormed back to her room and said, "I won't eat anymore!"
Li Qiushuang put on an apron and said, "Eat it or not!"
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Jiang Qiao found some clean clothes and went to take a shower. The mirror was foggy, and a little ghost face appeared in the mirror, bleeding from all seven orifices. It was a bit... disgusting...
She stared at the blurry figure on the other side of the frosted glass and blinked.
When Jiang Qiao came out wrapped in a bath towel, he looked at the little devil's face and smiled slightly.
The little ghost also smiled at him, which was a bit creepy.
Then a doll appeared in the mirror, the one Meimei had been holding.
Jiang Qiao didn't take it and said disdainfully, "It's a bit dirty, can I not have it?"
[Host, this is a good thing, take it quickly, it's a gift from the ghost, it can be of great help to you.]
Jiang Qiao answered, "Thank you!"
Meimei smiled at her again.
"Don't appear in the mirror like this next time. It's a bit creepy. If you miss me, just go to my room." Jiang Qiao reminded her.
Meimei nodded thoughtfully, then disappeared.
Jiang Qiao changed into her pajamas and returned to her room without turning on the lights.
When she walked to the desk, she could vaguely see a dark shadow on the bed, with red eyes looking at her.
Jiang Qiao lowered his eyes. Coming again?
The next second, she was controlled by the man and thrown onto the bed.
Jiang Qiao was held in his arms, his breath lingered on her chest, slowly rubbed her neck, and bit it without hesitation.
"Hmm~hiss—" Jiang Qiao let out a muffled groan. This was too painful.
She is conscious tonight.
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