She didn't know anything about it in the first place, so don't blame those who don't know.

Qian Mo looked at her and asked, "Can I return the things?"

Wei Bing paid attention to the traffic outside and shook his head, "I'm afraid he can't. He should be awake."

Turn the hands back to two hours ago——

The man on the ground moved his fingertips, his eyebrows slowly wrinkled, and then he opened his eyes.

The pale red and almost pink ceiling comes into view, with ancient Chinese myths and stories painted on it. The colors are very light, retaining the original brightness of the room.

Mu Yeqin's eyes were full of doubts, living room? Why was he in the living room?

Sleepwalking?

Impossible, he doesn't have this habit.

He got up, feeling a little weak. He shook his head and held on to the sofa before he could stand still.

He looked around and felt that something was different about this house.

When his eyes touched the coffee table, he instantly became gloomy.

Suddenly, there was a faint tingling sensation on his cheek, very subtle, and a bad premonition surged in his heart. He hoped it wasn't what he thought.

Walk slowly towards the mirror.
Chapter completed!