Her expression darkened when she thought that it was Yi Qiansi, but to her surprise, it wasn't.
Instead, it was Shen Xiner.
And she had a knife in her hand.
Upon seeing Shen Xiner, He Xinyan rolled her eyes. However, as she did so, her gaze landed on the sharp and shiny blade, and her eyes widened in shock.
She instinctively moved back on the bed, and Shen Xiner chuckled at her reaction. Her laugh only made her seem even more like a maniac and psycho.
He Xinyan grasped onto the bedsheets tightly, narrowing her eyes as she stared at Shen Xiner cautiously.
Shen Xiner's eyes were unfocused but also focused at the same time. . . the eyes of someone not in their right mind. She had a small fruit knife in her hand but it was a very scary sight either way.
"What are you doing here, Shen Xiner?" He Xinyan asked, positioning her legs in a position ready to move and jump off the bed if she had to.
