Turning around and looking at Fu Zhimei half lying in my bed, the eyes were like cats seeing mice, hunters seeing prey, there was a bloodthirsty light, but also evil looking at me.

My feet are soft. I want to run away.

Turn around and run away. Why should I close the door? Silly. Pull the handle hard. Why can't the door open? Why can't you pull it off because you can't open it?

The door was locked. I actually locked it. God is going to kill me. The more anxious I am, the more I can't open it.

"ah..." exclaimed, "page] is Fu Zhiyue. When did he come over?...