Is He Only Asleep?

In an empty corner, Bai Qingqing took off her disguise, and the tears that she had been holding back finally moistened her eyes.

Curtis stood at the door and said, "The meat is cooked. Come and eat."

Bai Qingqing immediately wiped off the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked up from Parker's body, and pretended to speak in a relaxed manner, "Oh, that's fast."

The meat that Curtis roasted wasn't comparable to Parker's. It was just a squirrel that was the size of a basketball. Its skin was a little charred, and when the meat was teared up, the flesh still had hints of blood.

Bai Qingqing didn't mind. It was already quite good that a snake that was afraid of fire was able to roast it to this level. When she saw meat that still had traces of blood, she would roast it for a little bit more in the fire—it tasted quite good.