"I'm alright—"
He still had shampoo on his head.
Frightened into a cold sweat.
He fumbled around in his pocket blankly.
Finally, he pulled out a small clump of black ash.
"The talisman paper—"
The heat had started rising from this very pocket.
And this pocket had only contained that single piece of talisman paper.
They were still in the large washroom.
Footsteps came from outside the door.
"Aaaaah!"
Qu Cheng, still unsettled, hurriedly hid behind Qi Hai, startling the boy who had just entered the large washroom.
"What, what's going on?"
But before he could finish, the four of them dashed out the door in a flash.
"Hey classmate, you haven't rinsed out your shampoo—"
***
Tang Wenyu hadn't resorted to violence in a long time, but now he really felt like hitting someone.
The young man leaned against the headboard, slender fingertips pressed against his brow, lips tightly pursed, a rose with thorns.