Yan Xiaye's cold response instantly enraged Li Beicheng.
Before this, he had intended to be gentler with Yan Xiaye, but now he couldn't care less and lunged forward to grab her.
Yan Xiaye had been prepared for his ruthless turn, grabbing the blanket wrapped around her and throwing it over his head, rolling towards the edge of the bed immediately.
Good, the first step of the plan went smoothly!
Cheering herself on silently, Yan Xiaye aimed for the window. Just as she was about to get up and run, the next second, her eyes involuntarily got drawn to a slowly moving oddity on the carpet.
The snow-white carpet highlighted the creature's black and white body; its bean-like eyes lifelessly gazed in her direction, its long tongue flicking slightly, clearly aiming towards her.
Fear attacked every cell in her body. Yan Xiaye wanted to scream but could only cling nervously to the back of the bed, Qingmei's pale face devoid of any color, unable to utter a word.