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Chapter 7 - Women Down the stairs and Fruit Hard Sugar

That eerie female voice once again rang out in the spacious room.

”Mu Yichu … I … I miss you … I miss you … I miss you …” The sound of a cold voice mixed with sizzling could be heard.

Mu Ichu felt his knees and legs wet. He lowered one hand to the ground and tried to prop himself up, but the other hand slipped and he almost fell to the ground.

He put the hand in front of his face. He saw the water slide down his fingers and the lines of his palm. He shook his head, wanting to see if there was really water in his hand or if it was just an illusion.

Why would there be water on the ground when everything was fine?

Mu Yi Chu struggled to hold on with his weak consciousness. A warm breath came slowly and lingered in his ears.

”Mu Yi Chu.”

Mu Yi Chu slowly turned his head and saw Bai Zhongning's face. Dressed in her qipao dress, she knelt like a dog on the bed, very close to him.

Mu Yi Chu shook his head again. Trying to find reason.

Whether the woman in front of him was the Qipao girl with Bai Zhongning's face or the Bai Zhongning dressed in the Qipao girl's clothes, Mu Chu's mind was in a mess and he couldn't wrap his head around it.

The woman was still moving her mouth and saying something. But he could not hear clearly. All he knew was that he was thirsty. Very thirsty.

Mu Yi Chu couldn't hold on any longer, allowing himself to fall under the effect of gravity. Then he stuck out his tongue like a wild animal and licked the floor.

Ah! There was really water.

He had given up thinking about whether the water was real. It didn't matter if it was true or not. It was water, and he needed it.

Mu Yi Chu was too exhausted to struggle and got up, lying on his back on the ground. In a daze, he saw the woman's legs slide off the bed and approach slowly. The whole scene resembled Picasso's famous painting, ”The Woman Down the stairs.”

The legs finally crossed and stood on either side of him.

He looked at the woman who was currently looking down at him from above. From this angle, her face was somewhat distorted. It loomed between the yellow light and the swinging breasts.

He didn't know whose face it was.