He pushed the door open, turned around, and locked it again.
"Master, I'm hiding... What the hell?"
Zhang Xiaobin's eyes widened suddenly, "You guys, damn!"
He stood at the doorway in disbelief, watching his previously sickly older brothers. At this moment, they were sitting around together, all with red oil glistening on their mouths, sucking in big breaths, and at the head of Qian Zhijie's bed.
The plastic bag that originally wrapped rabbit heads now only held a pile of gnawed clean bones.
Zhang Xiaobin was dumbfounded for a few seconds, took two steps to the head of the bed, picked up the plastic bag and confirmed again, "Are you guys crazy! Ah, are you guys crazy?"
The older brothers all chuckled foolishly, saying nothing, pretending nothing had happened as they returned to their respective beds.
Qian Zhijie also half-lay on the bed, exhaled heavily, "If I could eat a few more, it would be awesome."
Awesome?
