Xu Qi had known Ji Qian for many years, so he understood her meaning perfectly well. However, he couldn't explain it directly, so he could only express it tactfully:
"Not yet, but if we don't go soon, I can't guarantee it."
"Then hurry up and go!"
Faced with Ji Qian's urging, Xu Qi could only silently look towards the door, everything understood without words.
"What should we do then? You're not really planning to let your true nature run wild in front of the live camera, are you?"
Seeing Ji Qian's obviously expectant look, Xu Qi finally stated his request:
"Could you... come with me?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Qian's eyes widened. She immediately tried to stand up and shake off Xu Qi, but Xu Qi, who was prepared, grabbed her leg.
Xu Qi pointed to the bright red handprint on his face and said confidently:
"You just suddenly hit me, you should at least apologize!"
"Who gave you the right to disturb my peaceful sleep in the middle of the night?!"
"It was you who made me discover the unexpected situation and I had to wake you up in time!"
"..."
In the end, Ji Qian still did not follow Xu Qi into the bathroom.
However, she used the remaining rope to tie the two of them together again, and then stood outside the bathroom door waiting for Xu Qi to come out.
It seems like you two are playing a very new kind of game.
City dwellers have so many tricks up their sleeves!
Ha, just a little trick by young lovers.
The singing outside didn't stop until Xu Qi came out of the bathroom.
"Resolved?"
Seeing that Xu Qi's expression had become much more relaxed, Ji Qian decisively dropped a bombshell: "Then let's go out and take a look together."
"...No wonder you were willing to go to the toilet with me, you were waiting here all along."
At that moment, Xu Qi suddenly understood that sentence:
Every gift in life comes with a hidden price tag.
I just didn't expect the checkout time to come so suddenly!
Ji Qian ignored the utterly despondent Xu Qi and dragged him toward the door.
Just a second before the doorknob was about to be turned, a sudden phone call interrupted Ji Qian's actions.
Seeing Ji Qian withdraw her hand to touch her phone, Xu Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He slumped onto the carpet, feeling incredibly grateful to the unknown person who had suddenly called.
Compared to Xu Qi, who temporarily escaped disaster, Ji Qian was clearly not so lucky.
As she stared at the words 'Unknown caller' on her phone screen, countless scenes from horror movies related to telephones flashed through her mind.
After much hesitation, Ji Qian finally steeled herself and slid the answer button.
With a beep, a familiar female voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Qianqian, can you hear the singing?"
Hearing Han Mengyao's voice, Ji Qian did not relax at all; on the contrary, she became even more nervous, though she did not show it on her face.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Ji Qian did not answer Han Mengyao's question directly, but instead asked it back.
Han Mengyao didn't notice anything unusual and calmly recounted the situation she had encountered.
The incident occurred half an hour before Ji Qian was woken up.
Han Mengyao, who had just finished washing up, came out of the bathroom and was about to sit on the bed to dry her hair when she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
Han Mengyao subconsciously turned around to look, but found nothing.
So Han Mengyao turned her back again, but before she could even tidy up the towel in her hand, the chilling coldness crept up her spine once more.
This time, Han Mengyao didn't turn around immediately. She first wiped her hair briefly, and then calmly picked up the glasses in front of her.
After putting on her glasses, Han Mengyao picked up a small mirror and pretended to examine her hair carefully.
In fact, Han Mengyao was quietly adjusting her posture. She looked back using the reflection in the mirror, but only saw an empty carpet.
If it weren't for the chill still creeping up her back, Han Mengyao would have almost thought that what she had just experienced was all her imagination!
Finally, after adjusting the angle several times, Han Mengyao saw the culprit that sent chills down her spine—an exquisitely crafted retro makeup mirror.
To be precise, it was the woman reflected in that mirror.
It was a young woman wearing a burgundy European-style long dress, and she was pacing back and forth in the mirror.
The woman would pause and spin around in the center of the mirror, seemingly admiring her clothes, and then jog away, disappearing from the edge of the mirror, as if she were truly moving around in the room.
Thinking of the 'invisible ghosts' she had seen in the surveillance footage, Han Mengyao remained vigilant.
She first placed the mirror on the table to make sure it reflected her back at all times, then took out her phone to send a message to Ji Qian.
But before she could press send, she saw the woman behind her suddenly stop moving and stand still in the center of the mirror.
Han Mengyao stared intently at the mirror, her hand already gripping a dagger.
Han Mengyao stared intently at the mirror, a dagger already in her hand, ready to stab the woman when she lunged at her.
Unfortunately, Han Mengyao's preparations were destined to fail.
The woman didn't even turn her head. She simply sat down sideways, cupped her face in her hands, and stared blankly ahead, as if she were sitting in front of a window.
Han Mengyao didn't understand the woman's actions, but she didn't dare to make any rash moves for the time being, so she could only remain in a stalemate with her.
Finally, just as Han Mengyao was about to lose her composure, the woman suddenly spoke, humming a melodious and gentle tune.
Han Mengyao is, after all, an actress, and she has absolutely no knowledge of music, especially classical music.
After confirming that the woman was not going to pay attention to her, Han Mengyao quietly reached for her phone again.
This time, however, the person who received the message was Ying Xu, the only member of the team who was related to music.
As luck would have it, although it was already past 1 a.m., Ying Xu was still awake and quickly sent a reply to Han Mengyao.
Ying Xu: This sounds like a popular love song from 16th-century England, but the complete melody has been lost.
Ying Xu: I happened to hear a British friend hum it, and I wrote it down because the lyrics were very unique. Wait a moment, I'll send you the lyrics he sang.
Yingxu: Sister Meng, are you alright over there? Do you need me to come over?
Han Mengyao didn't ask Ying Xu to come over. After all, it seemed that the woman didn't intend to hurt her. If she called Ying Xu over now, it might backfire and provoke the woman.
Ying Xu was very efficient; he sent the lyrics over in no time.
The woman's voice sounded as if veiled by a thin gauze; Han Mengyao listened for a long time but still couldn't make out the lyrics.
So when she saw the lyrics Ying Xu had sent her, she felt quite conflicted.
This isn't a love song; it's clearly a death proclamation!
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