At night, several annoying mosquitoes buzzed around inside the room, preventing Tang Xiaoquan, already burdened with heavy thoughts, from sleeping.
He tried to think of himself as Qiu Shaoyun, making a great effort to lie motionless in bed, thinking that as long as he fed the mosquitoes, he could sleep peacefully.
But unfortunately, he had clearly underestimated the "noble" nature of these mosquitoes, who were only concerned with flying in the air, with no intention of landing to feed.
In the end, after a period of stalemating with a few mosquitoes and realizing that his so-called psychological battle of lying still was ineffective, Tang Xiaoquan kicked off the quilt and sat up from the bed with a swift movement.
"Can't provoke them, but I can avoid them!"
Muttering to himself, Tang Xiaoquan opened the door and walked out.
The corridor was pitch black and nothing could be seen, fortunately Tang Xiaoquan rarely watched suspense and horror movies.
