Big Chef leaned back on the bed, holding his phone in one hand and lightly patting the sheets with the other. Before long, his eyelids grew heavy. Life was easy when you had no worries, and one of his abilities was the envy of countless people: he could fall asleep whenever he wanted, without the slightest fuss. He wasn't pretending, either. He really fell asleep.
His breathing quickly became even. Little Bean was still too restless to sleep, bouncing around on the bed. When it spotted Big Chef's phone, its eyes shifted slyly. This wasn't its first time sneaking onto WeChat. It really wanted to know whether Qin Fen had been messing around again, and if so, what terrifying consequences would follow.
Terrifying? Plenty of people wouldn't believe it. What could a little public square dancing possibly do? Wasn't that a joke? But Shorty never dared underestimate Qin Fen. Experience had proven that even singing a song might be enough for him to wreck the Heavenly Court. He was practically a terrifying weapon of mass destruction among unpredictable variables. Nobody knew what outrageous stunt he might pull, but things often ended with an unexpected twist. It wasn't that you couldn't see through him; it was that you couldn't even imagine it. If you thought he was just fooling around, acting recklessly without a goal, congratulations-you were definitely a fucking idiot!
Everything was so unpredictable, and that very uncertainty held an irresistible attraction for Shorty. It crept toward the phone, but the instant its little paw touched it, every hair on the top dog among the Heavenly Court's strays stood on end.
Nian had floated up out of the fish tank, its eyes bulging. Its little eyes watched Little Bean silently while its small tail swayed behind it, slowly rising like