Rong Qingqing got out of bed, tidied her messy hair, opened the door, and boldly headed towards the room next door, Shen Jue's room.
Standing at Shen Jue's door, Rong Qingqing took a deep breath to cheer herself up, then, as if marching to her doom, raised her hand and knocked on Shen Jue's door.
Thinking that just knocking on the door in the middle of the night without calling out was a bit like a ghost movie, Rong Qingqing knocked twice and then called out Shen Jue's name.
"Shen Jue, open the door~" Perhaps feeling guilty, her voice was full of ingratiating tones.
However, even after knocking for over two minutes, there was no response from inside.
Could it be that he sleeps as deeply as she does?
Rong Qingqing pressed her ear against the door, listened for a few seconds, and then continued. She swore she wouldn't stop until she woke Shen Jue up.
Nothing is more important than staying alive. Besides living, everything else can be managed with a bit of struggle.
