Tang Qi's words immediately sent Rose into a fantasy; she imagined herself with a human body but with a beetle's head, and she couldn't help but shiver violently.
The cute and beautiful head "inlaid" on the beetle's body couldn't help but shake a few times, as if trying to dispel the fantasy in her mind.
Tang Qi didn't bother with the brother on the top bunk and didn't consume those twenty-four pieces of food emitting an enticing aroma but making him nauseous.
His roaming gaze finally settled not far away on a chaotic desk inlaid into the wall.
There were many things on it, books, drawings, a strange musical instrument, a few wooden modules... all of these were unimportant. What truly captured Tang Qi's attention was a wrinkled, seemingly repeatedly read, yellowing newspaper in the center.
Tang Qi walked over and was suddenly surprised to find the headline about "himself."
