"Thump."
Just as Fang Qing was about to fall back asleep, she felt the bed sink, then the blanket was tugged, letting a draft of cold air in, and soon an unknown object crept into her blanket.
Fang Qing froze.
In that instant.
She unexpectedly didn't know what to do.
Throughout the years in her "war" with this person, she had always held the upper hand.
"Don't move, the sky should brighten soon enough."
Borrowing a blanket is one thing.
But why speak up?
Utterly stupid!
Even if someone wanted to pretend to be asleep, there's no way.
"Do you believe I'll call the police?"
Fang Qing indeed didn't move, faced away, but her tone was sharp and piercing.
"What you do is your right, if the police come, I'll truthfully confess."
What kind of nonsense is this?
Fang Qing suddenly rolled over, then froze again.
She turned her head and was faced not with a familiar face but with a pair of smelly feet!
God have mercy.
In this situation, she almost burst out laughing.
