The Thought

Jing Yan hugged He Miao for a long time before reluctantly letting go.

He looked at the unconscious man lying on the ground, and the anger in his chest rose again. He wanted to stab him to death.

The alarm clock in his pocket suddenly rang, and Jing Yan realized that his time was up.

He stood up abruptly and looked at He Miao worriedly. "I suddenly have a headache. Can I borrow your place to lie down? Don't wake me up, and don't send me to the hospital. Call the police first."

He Miao looked at him suspiciously and nodded. She picked up his phone and briefly explained the current situation to the police, then worriedly walked into the bedroom to check on Jing Yan.

The man on the bed had his eyes closed and his breathing was steady. He seemed to be asleep.