Qingyu hid in bed, trembling in fear. She, too, had heard the voice of her imposter husband.
She didn't dare say a word.
The imposter's words made Qingyu break out in a cold sweat. It wasn't like facing her loving husband, but rather a terrifying beast.
Just then, another sound came from the bedside.
Qingyu's heart leaped into her throat.
But he only circled the bed several times, never managing to find its location.
Only when the sounds stopped did Qingyu finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The viewers in the chat were extremely curious.
[Why can't he find his own bed?]
[And what the heck is he, anyway?!]
[This girl's got some serious nerve. If it were me, I'd be scared stiff.]
The young woman carefully typed from under her covers, also asking what on earth this thing was.
By now, she had complete faith in Su Nian. A sense of calm settled over her, and her hands weren't shaking as much as she typed.
