98. Not So Serious Taoist Temple

The next day, early morning.

There were hardly any green leaves left on the branches outside the window. The overcast clouds made it seem as if dawn had not yet broken.

People tend to sleep in a bit more on rainy days.

The dim light in the Detective Agency made it difficult to tell the time, and a biological clock was useless to someone with an irregular routine.

In a vaguely conscious state, a feeling of being watched emerged from the depths of his heart.

His intuition kicked in.

The figure lying on the desk stirred slightly, lifting its head.

Its closed eyes opened, and a pair of black pupils shifted from scattered to focused, suddenly crashing into a strange world composed of black and red.

Black profound, red fiery.

"Why... not sleep in a bed," Kong Nanqing bent over, closely watching Lu Li's well-defined face.

Their noses almost touched, and a pungent burnt smell assaulted the senses.

As she finished speaking, her head tilted back slightly.