Bracing herself on her arms, she crawled backward on all fours to the foot of the bed, then sat up.
The woman sat by Zhao Minghua's feet, her legs dangling in the air and swaying slightly. Compared with when she had leaned over him, this position felt almost ninety percent less oppressive, and his pounding heart finally had a chance to settle.
...She's sitting up now, so she should leave soon, right?
That was what Zhao Minghua imagined.
But an entity's actions always defied expectations. As the woman cried, she suddenly reached out and gave Zhao Minghua a sharp shove!
She hadn't pushed very hard, but Zhao Minghua felt his body suddenly become impossibly light-his slightly chubby frame "floated" up like a balloon under that force. The world before his eyes slowly rotated. He felt himself leave the mattress and roll over the guardrail... Then that weightlessness abruptly vanished, and he plummeted toward the floor at terrifying speed!
"BANG!!!"
Zhao Minghua hit the floor with a tremendous crash.
Although the bed was less than two meters above the floor, his body suffered an extraordinarily violent impact the moment it struck, instantly bursting into a bloom of blood.
Jia Ruiyao's bed was opposite Zhao Minghua's. The instant he heard the crash, liquid mixed with unidentified tissue splashed across his face as fast as water sprayed from a puddle under a speeding truck!
"!!!"
Jia Ruiyao forcibly swallowed his scream. The crash of Zhao Minghua hitting the floor briefly drowned out the mournful crying, but once everything fell quiet again, those faint sobs still echoed through the room.
So even though blood had splashed all over his face and body, Jia Ruiyao didn't dare reach up to wipe it away. He could only let its metallic smell linger beneath his nose, terrified