When Fan Zijin woke up, he only felt that his throat was dry and he was dizzy. He turned over in discomfort and opened his eyes slightly. In an instant, under the bed, he met a pair of eyes that suggested he wanted to speak but did not.
Fan Zijin snapped out of his daze and sat up with a thump. He glared at the person who had been tied up and thrown under the bed. Then, he subconsciously reached back, grabbed Qi Haoran's arm, and twisted it ruthlessly.
After letting out a scream, Qi Haoran slapped Fan Zijin's hand away. He sat up and said unhappily, "What are you doing?"
Fan Zijin's throat was so dry that he could not speak. He could only point at the person under the bed and glare at Qi Haoran.
Qi Haoran stuck his head out to take a look and immediately lay down without interest. Then, he pulled the blanket over his head and said, "Aren't they just two little thieves? It's fine. Go back to sleep."
'Two?'
