Qiao Qiqi asked Feng Xiling to go back to his room, but he insisted on staying with her, fearing that the Spiritual Snake might harm her at night. Qiao Qiqi felt nothing of the sort; in fact, she always felt that the Spiritual Snake might know her.
In the bathroom, all the items were fully equipped, and all were luxurious goods. After showering, someone even brought her a midnight snack. The care shown to her was indeed thorough.
It was truly no different from being at home.
Who exactly is this Spiritual Snake? Qiao Qiqi pondered as she ate a peeled lobster tail.
Feng Xiling was much more tense than her. While Qiao Qiqi didn't know the Spiritual Snake, he did. They were old neighbors; if he was considered psychopathic, then Spiritual Snake was the definition of psychopathy, not caring about human lives at all.
