"A joke, me being afraid of that thing. They all say that if you've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear from ghosts knocking at your door. What should I be afraid of! Speaking of fear..." Luo Qingli looked at Qin Lang suggestively up and down, "I think, if there's anyone who should be scared, it's you! After all, you must have done a lot of guilty things."
Luo Qingli's words were affirmed by Qin Lang, "You're right, I should be the one who's scared, I've indeed done a lot of guilty things. But if you're not scared, why would you be frightened?"
"This is a normal reaction, okay? Even if it's broad daylight and I'm alone, I'd get scared." Luo Qingli shrugged and continued to sip her drink. "Forget it, it's no use explaining to you."
"What's the point of drinking alone, why not toast together." Qin Lang sat down next to Luo Qingli, opening a bottle of beer.