Suddenly, Lin Hai's body shivered, and he regained his ability to move.
He stretched and clenched his fingers, lifted his legs, and felt the bliss of freedom.
He quickly pulled up his pants, got dressed, dashed out of the room, and found himself in the living room, only to discover that Queen Qi was no longer there.
"Done for, Qi must hate me now."
A cross-stitch rose, red like blood, caught Lin Hai's attention on the floor.
Some red spots on it were glaringly out of place; clearly, they were human blood.
Staring at those bloodstains, Lin Hai could imagine how Queen Qi, accustomed to handcuffs and pistols, would stubbornly bite her red lips, fix her eyes, and clumsily attempt to sew a gift with sincerity.
"Qi must be really angry, happily thinking of presenting the gift to me, only to hear my slightly impatient tone, sigh..."
