"Drip-drop, drip-drop—"
Inside the fish tank, the jagged rock walls continued to condense water, dripping steadily down the two upside-down white jade stalactites.
Each drop of water was crystal clear and shining.
Jiang Qiue glanced at the vibrant school of fish jumping continuously on the turbulent water surface, not paying too much attention, and directly reached out to hold the wardrobe doorknob and pulled it open.
"..." Both Mu Qingtong and Xia Feng behind her felt their hearts leap into their throats, neither daring to move.
Especially Mu Qingtong, her legs under the black dress were completely tense, her cool little face rapidly turning crimson beyond her control.
A lazy silver strand wetly stuck to the corner of her lips, and Mr. Xia's low, urgent breathing by her ear caused her delicate neck to break out in goosebumps and shivered.
