Don't Touch Me

Seated on the sofa, Yun Qingqing took her time before bending down to retrieve her phone. It hadn't suffered any damage; the phones produced by her company boasted exceptional durability. She swiftly closed the webpage, but the title of that book met her gaze once more: "One Hundred Beautiful Ways to Commit Murder."

Glancing at Sheng Ting outside, Yun Qingqing's petite frame trembled noticeably. She couldn't help but wonder what else might be hidden inside that locked drawer of his. The more she contemplated it, the more her trembling intensified.

Although it was nearly time for work, her body felt weak and powerless. It was evident that Yun Qingqing had been genuinely frightened. Her thoughts raced, pondering why Sheng Ting would read such a book.

As the lounge door was pushed open, Yun Qingqing looked at Sheng Ting, her face as pale as a sheet. She was timid by nature, and a book of this nature, even just its title, sent shivers down her spine.