Interrupted during his post-coital cuddling, Zhou Sining walked out of the room with a belly full of anger.
The moment he looked up, he saw the red warning light spilling down from the Upper Pavilion.
After studying it for a few seconds, he realized the warning light did not cover a particularly large area. It barely encompassed the entire Twin Guardian Pavilion, so it was probably just the pavilion's own alarm signal.
"So damn loud. Are they going to let anyone sleep...?"
"Fuck, is this place haunted at night or something?"
"Whoa, what's wrong with these Japanese people?"
"Why does it feel like something huge has happened? Holy shit, does trouble have to follow us everywhere we go?"
Soon, several National Team members staying next door also emerged from their rooms.
Their faces showed varying degrees of bewilderment, confusion, and a little anger.
Then again, anyone would be angry if they were woken up in the middle of the night.
Even mages whose spiritual power could sustain them through several sleepless days could be grumpy when woken up!
"Hey, Zhou, do you know what happened?"
Still bleary-eyed, Mo Fan turned toward Zhou Sining beside him.
Only then did he notice that the guy had nothing on but a bath towel.
The sudden alarm had caused all the corridor lights to come on.
With the excellent lighting, Mo Fan only needed to look for a few more seconds to notice the scattered red marks on Zhou Sining's bare body.
And on the fair skin of his back, near his shoulder blades, were two messy, glaring crimson scratches.
Mo Fan's expression turned peculiar, surprise and confusion mingling in his mind.
Whoa, was Mu Nujiao really that fierce?
Tsk, tsk. You really couldn't judge a book by its cover.
His Xin