Harboring such doubts, Fu Sinin fell into a deep sleep.
Although she called it sleep, her palm was tightly clutching a dagger.
...
The sky had yet to brighten.
Fu Sinin opened her eyes.
Footsteps could already be heard in the corridor.
Snoring.
Snoring...
Fu Sinin couldn't help but say in annoyance, "Still sleeping!"
She moved forward and yanked the quilt down.
At this moment, Fang Yu also opened his eyes and cursed, "What's wrong with you! Waking up so early!"
"If it weren't for me, you'd be dead! And you have the face to sleep?" Fu Sinin pointed to the two daggers above his head.
Fang Yu turned his head to glance at them, exclaiming in surprise,
"That close?"
Click.
The light came on.
Fang Yu detected a faint smell of blood.
Scattered bloodstains were visible on the ground.
Those bloodstains trailed in a line.
Immediately, Fang Yu leapt out of bed and stepped into the bathroom to take a look, praising, "Big sister, you're really something!"