Rong Taotao jolted upright, his face flushed with excitement. "How will we know if we don't try? I'll go find Xia Fangran and borrow his phone! Then I'll post it online!
Haha, I'll mess with everyone's minds! Unleash this poison on the whole world!"
Gao Lingwei looked at Rong Taotao, both exasperated and amused. She pressed a hand against his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed. "Stop messing around. Get some rest. It's late."
"Fine..." Rong Taotao pouted. In his mind, he replayed the image of the snow-white mask with its faint red patterns, and the more he thought about it, the more beautiful he found it.
Remembering it was a completely different experience from seeing it with his own eyes. He had actually grown to like the exquisite mask—all his previous fear had vanished.
Gao Lingwei reached from behind his head, pulled out the folded blanket, then stood up to spread it out.
