Lin Xian raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you stupid? This is the subconscious space!"
"Subconscious space?"
Ling Yiyi was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Why did you bring me here?"
"To go home! Youyu and Qin Daidai have been waiting for you for a long time!"
Lin Xian's voice suddenly turned low and unpredictable, with a strange curve at the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, a blood-red wooden door appeared in front of them at some point.
"Creak~"
Accompanied by a teeth-clenching sound, the wooden door slowly opened.
Ling Yiyi widened her eyes, fear surging like a tide, instantly engulfing her.
"Ah!"
With a scream, she abruptly opened her eyes.
In front of her was the LCD TV hanging on the hotel wall, and beside her, Qin Shi was still in the same position, sleeping soundly.
Wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, Ling Yiyi recalled the dream she just had, and gritted her teeth, saying:
"Lin Xian, you just wait!!!".
"Mr. Lin, here is your room card!"
