Chapter 658: Head

This... this... this... what's going on, why can't I open the bedroom door? A puzzle suddenly appeared in Qian Xing's mind.

"Who... who's out there, hurry... hurry up and open the door." Qian Xing shouted at the bedroom door, his voice sounding unusually pale, as if he was quite frightened.

Right, who wouldn't be afraid to find a cold arm in their own closet in the middle of the night, and most importantly, that arm even twitched slightly.

No one responded to Qian Xing from outside the bedroom, it seemed to be on purpose.

Qian Xing yanked the door a few more times, then gave up. He pressed tightly against the bedroom door, then turned his gaze toward the spot where the arm lay motionless.

It's gone! The arm is gone!

Was it an illusion? No, it definitely wasn't, because an illusion couldn't possibly be felt, that cold sensation just now, the pile of clothes on the bed, the wet clothes on the floor, and the large area of the floor that had been made wet by those clothes.