Just as Su Nanzhi finished speaking, there was a strange "click" sound from the doorknob.
"..."
In the next second, the door opened.
Outside, it was completely serene, not at all like a place where a fight had just occurred. The two people inside the room were equally calm.
Jiang Beiyu: "Su Xiaozhi, you're being a bit of a jinx today."
Su Nanzhi: "Sorry."
Jiang Beiyu: "No need to apologize, but why are your hands so cold?"
Since Jiang Beiyu had known Su Nanzhi, the young girl was always warm.
Jiang Beiyu turned his head to glance, paused for a moment, then quickly stood up and sighed: "I mean it, my girlfriend really hits hard, are you really not going to return her to me?"
Just as he finished speaking, the Su Nanzhi in front of him, under the dim light by the door, began to have skin cracking. A pale face emerged, with hair like withered wild grass and a loose black robe, exactly how Jiang Beiyu imagined a witch to look.
