Swimming Fish's drawing had a sinister air to it, especially when the subject was Qin Manjiang himself. It made him somewhat uncomfortable.
There was something very wrong with his condition in the drawing. And as he looked at the butterfly flying out of his mouth, his throat actually began to itch, as though something really were burrowing its way out.
Wang Million glanced over, and Swimming Fish immediately took back the notebook and closed it.
The proprietress soon returned with more dishes. With no other choice, they picked out some food that looked reasonably normal and forced themselves to eat a little. As for the clay pot of chicken soup, they left it completely untouched, making the proprietress frown repeatedly in displeasure.
After night fell, a disagreement arose over the sleeping arrangements.
"Let's get this straight first. We don't know how long we'll be staying in this village. A day or two is one thing, but what if it's a month? I don't want to cram into one room every single day." For some reason, Wang Million was still wearing his sunglasses even though it was already nighttime.
"Then three to a room," the lawyer suggested. "There are exactly three men and three women this time. We can split the rooms by gender. That way, it won't be too crowded, and we can still look out for each other."
"No." Swimming Fish, who had barely said two sentences, suddenly spoke up. She pointed at Qin Manjiang. "I want to stay with him."
"Huh?" Liang Yue, the college student, looked as though she'd missed some juicy gossip. Her gaze shifted back and forth between the two. "Is... is that okay in a situation like this?"
Yan Xiao, the doctor, glanced at Swimming Fish instead, his eyes sweeping quickly over her notebook