After returning to his room, Qi Jiu collapsed directly onto the bed without even removing his shoes.
Maybe it was a long day of hustling; Qi Jiu was genuinely exhausted. Not only was his body tired, but his mind was also weary, making the world feel less wonderful.
He lay down, and shortly after, he fell asleep like that.
No blanket, he was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night.
Qi Jiu got up, shivered twice, and groggily went to the bathroom to take a leak.
When he came out, he unbuttoned his clothes while keeping one eye closed.
As he pulled down his pants, he paused, feeling like he fleetingly saw a shadow in the room earlier?
Qi Jiu became a bit more alert, and slowly he opened his eyes…
Then: "Ah…"
The woman sitting at the bedside, playing with his gun, impatiently dug at her ear: "What's with you yelling at midnight? Aren't you afraid of attracting ghosts? Are you a man or not? How can such a small matter scare you like this?"
