As night fell, the wind turned slightly cool.
Ever since collecting his military training equipment, Qin Fan had stayed in his dormitory until dinnertime.
After feasting with a few of the beasts from Room 708, he appeared alone outside the women's dormitory.
Through his Divine Sense, he felt Xu Jiayi's aura approaching.
Leaning against a lamppost beneath the dim, atmospheric streetlights, Qin Fan threw down his cigarette butt. "Follow me," he said coldly.
Without giving Xu Jiayi a chance to react, he turned his back on her and strode away.
Watching Qin Fan's slender yet deeply enchanting back, a terrible premonition suddenly rose in Xu Jiayi's heart.
Biting her lip, she resolutely chose to follow him.
In a small grove, moonlight filtered through the sparse leaves.
Qin Fan stopped but did not turn around.
