Swimming Fish's drawing had a sinister air to it, and Qin Manjiang felt particularly uncomfortable when its subject was himself.
Something was very wrong with his condition in the drawing. Moreover, as he looked at the butterfly flying out of his mouth, Qin Manjiang actually felt an itch in his throat, as though something really were crawling out.
Wang Million glanced their way, and Swimming Fish immediately took back the notebook and closed it.
The proprietress soon returned with more dishes. With no other choice, everyone picked out some food that looked reasonably normal at first glance 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 have to stay in this village. A day or two would be fine, but what if it's a month? I don't want to squeeze into one room every day." For some reason, Wang Million still wore his sunglasses even though it was already nighttime.
"Then three people to a room," the female lawyer proposed. "There happen to be three men and three women this time, so we can split the rooms by gender. That way, it won't be too crowded, and we can still look out for one another."
"No." Swimming Fish, who had barely said two sentences, suddenly spoke. She pointed at Qin Manjiang. "I want to stay with him."
"Huh?" Liang Yue, the university student, looked as though she had missed some juicy gossip, her gaze moving back and forth between them. "Is... is that okay in a situation like this?"
Doctor Yan Xiao, however, glanced at Swimming Fish, his gaze sweeping quickly