The next day, Zhang Liqin woke up groggily. She felt exhausted because some supernatural phenomena had appeared in the room last night, leaving her deeply uneasy. Luckily, Yang Jian had been by her side. Otherwise, she would not have dared stay here at all.
When she opened her eyes and fully woke up, she discovered that Yang Jian was still leaning against the headboard just as he had been last night.
It seemed he had maintained that posture all night without changing in the slightest.
"What time is it?" Zhang Liqin murmured, habitually reaching out to wrap her arms around the man's neck.
But the next moment, she felt a corpse-like chill.
There was not the slightest trace of a living person's warmth.
Zhang Liqin jolted awake, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at Yang Jian.
Dead?
For some reason, that thought surfaced in her mind, followed by an inexplicable wave of panic and unease.
However, Yang Jian spoke at that moment. "It's ten o'clock. Looks like you'll be late for work today."
Hearing Yang Jian speak, Zhang Liqin finally let out a slight sigh of relief.
She was not afraid of the abnormalities on Yang Jian's body and had even grown used to them. She was only afraid that one day, Yang Jian might really suddenly die.
"Then I'll take the day off. What do you think, Boss Yang?" Zhang Liqin smiled softly, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness.
Yang Jian's body, which had remained motionless for so long, began moving again. This movement was supported by supernatural power, unlike that of an ordinary person.
He got up and pulled open the curtains. Sunlight poured in, slightly dazzling. "The supernatural phenomenon last night wasn't aimed at you. It was aimed at me. Nothing will happen. Even if