A few minutes later, Ma Beimu awoke from unconsciousness. He rubbed his sore head and slowly got up from the ground. After resting against the wall in the hallway for a full minute, he finally pieced together what had occurred.
How did that damn Qin Lin manage to come back half an hour early? I wonder if my brother succeeded, he muttered to himself. Logically, he should have. A full two and a half hours would have been more than enough time for my brother to enjoy Lin Qingyue.
He walked over and knocked on the door. "Brother, are you done yet?"
Suddenly, he noticed the smell of blood. It was a distinct and abnormal odor hanging in the air. The room's door had clearly been kicked in, its handle broken. He instantly realized something was terribly wrong.
BANG! "Brother!" Growing more frantic, Ma Beimu burst through the damaged door. The scene inside left him completely stunned.
