Gu Mian felt that these people from the low-dimensional world were all seriously messed up in the head. Some loved to wear short skirts, some came to fiddle with his gas cylinder every day, some spent the whole day cosplaying under a cloak, and some even crawled into his bed in the middle of the night to rest their heads on his chest. It was utterly absurd.
Gu Mian reached out to pull Xiao Qiao out from under the quilt, but she seemed so fond of it that she thrashed about, trying to get back in. Having no other choice, he found a rope, tied Xiao Qiao up securely, and placed her by the bedside.
「The next morning」
Fatty, having just woken up, saw Xiao Qiao trussed up tightly under Gu Mian's bed and fell into deep thought.
Does the Doctor have such a strange fetish? He took out a small notebook and jotted it down. He also grabbed a few lengths of rope and gestured with them on his own body.
