The living room was brightly lit.
The villa, which had been quiet and desolate earlier, had regained its warmth. Laughter and lively chatter filled the air, while the chill and cold wind were kept outside by the glass windows.
Ji Weiwei sat somewhat uneasily, turning her head to glance at An Yang and Xiao Qian from time to time. The stiffness in her body was obvious, and her eyes kept darting about as though she had something to say but couldn't bring herself to say it.
She glanced out the window, then raised her hand to check the time.
It was already quite late.
Xiao Qian, meanwhile, lay on the sofa, wiggling her slender fingers. The tiny Hook Moon flew and spun above her head with each movement, constantly rotating on its own as well. At its fastest, it emitted a hissing sound like it was slicing through the air.
It was even moving so fast that An Yang couldn't see its shadow!
Suddenly, she recalled Hook Moon into her hand and toyed with it by pinching its crescent blade between two fingers. Noticing Ji Weiwei's unease, she turned and said, "Weiwei, why don't you stay here tonight? It's already late. Sleep next to me tonight."
Ji Weiwei tugged at the corner of her mouth and pointed at An Yang as she said stiffly, "Then... what about him?"
"Hm? Does Weiwei want the three of us to sleep together?" Xiao Qian said wide-eyed, her face and voice filled with astonishment.
"No, no!" Ji Weiwei hurriedly shook her head, her face flushed from holding it in.
"I see." Xiao Qian secretly concealed her amusement and pretended to look relieved. "You can stay here. I've prepared all the toiletries for you. As for my husband, you don't need to worry about him.