Qingyang, You Don't Like Me?

At night, Fang Qingyang wanted to share a room with Shen Rongyin, but he didn't have the guts to do so. Moreover, Fang Qingyang had made up his mind to behave well these days, so he slept in the guestroom next door like a gentleman and tried to make Rongyin forget Chi Lingyan and to like him instead. He wanted Rongyin to know that being with him was the wise choice.

It was 11:30 pm. Fang Qingyang was sleeping pretty soundly, when he vaguely heard the sound of knocking. He turned over and continued sleeping.

Fang Qingyang never locked the bedroom door inside the house. With a creak, the door of the guestroom was pushed open slightly.

Footsteps gradually approached the bed, and a pair of strange, cold and greedy eyes stared fixedly at the man on the bed.

"Suck his blood! I want to suck his blood dry!"