For some reason, the content of Wang Le's words and her tone of voice suddenly became identical to Li Xiaomin's earlier state.
HUFF! HUFF! HUFF! As she spoke, Wang Le's breathing suddenly grew rapid, and potent Dark Energy began to converge around her.
Lu Luo and Qi Xinzhu exchanged glances. Both sensed something was wrong with the Wang Le before them, a bad feeling creeping into their hearts.
"Wang Le! Wang Le? Stop talking, calm down."
Wang Le suddenly turned, one hand pressed against the wall, the other clutching her stomach.
HA! HA! HA!
Heavy, ragged breaths escaped Wang Le. The dormitory supervisor, who had been sitting and listening, now stood up from her seat.
No one was a fool; everyone could see something was amiss with Wang Le.
"Wang Le, are you okay?"
Lu Luo gradually approached. As his hand touched Wang Le's shoulder, she suddenly turned her head.
The fear and panic had vanished from her face, replaced by nothing but a twisted excitement.
"AAH!"
