Xie Ning stared blankly into a pair of sullen, gloomy eyes.
'This was... freaking unexpected.'
She had never imagined she would run into this gloomy, lifeless boy—a Healing System user—inside Zhu Zihao's farmhouse Space.
And his current state... uh, let's just say it was far from good.
His slender left wrist was cuffed to a nearby metal frame. He lay askew on a large, heart-shaped bed, his clothes in disarray, revealing a shoulder as pale as jade.
A heart-shaped bed. Unbelievable! Who would have thought a thatched hut like this would be furnished like a luxury suite?
That's right. It was the exact same kind of bright red, heart-shaped bed you'd find in a couple's motel.
The bed was missing the requisite rose petals to set the mood, but it did have a beautiful boy with a sinister look in his eyes.
Xie Ning stared, stunned, for about ten seconds before silently averting her gaze. She kicked a low stool out of her way and walked impassively toward the bed.
"Where's the key?"
