In her hand, she was actually holding a dagger identical to the one Zhou Tai Tai had.
Gu Qiqi was so terrified she nearly lost her soul. She could bet that if she admitted to calling the police, Zhou Zhibi would charge over and stab her to death.
But it really wasn’t me who called the police.
Qiqi shook her head, lying on the ground unable to move: "It wasn’t me... I’ve been caught by your uncle the whole time..."
Zhou Zhibi glanced at her, seeming unconvinced; however, she quickly abandoned Gu Qiqi and dashed toward the stairs alone.
Qiqi lay alone on the floor, groaning—I feel so awful, so hot... Someone save me, someone save me...
The sound of police sirens howled closer, then faded away, but they didn’t stop outside the building where Qiqi was.
It was just a passing police car.
But Zhou Zhibi, startled, wouldn’t return to save Qiqi, and Xia Liu and Zhou Tai Tai were nowhere to be seen.
Qiqi lay alone on the floor, sweating profusely, gradually feeling as if the floor beneath her was about to catch fire.
She had lost her mind and began tearing at her clothes; summer clothes weren’t many, but each piece felt so burdensome, so hot, impossible to undo.
She desperately wanted a cool place to be.
Just then, a pair of hands reached out to her and embraced her.
The scent of grass wafted over, so familiar, so calming.
Rong Yi’s embrace was usually scorching hot, but at this moment, in Gu Qiqi’s perception, it felt cooler than the pristine snow atop the Himalayas. So when those hands reached for her, she didn’t hesitate to meet them, opening her arms and clinging to him like an octopus.
Rong Yi, you’ve finally come to save me. How wonderful.
She murmured with her eyes closed, burying her head in his chest, rubbing greedily.
Such cool skin, such enchanting fragrance.
His scent seeped into her body through her pores like a ghost, bringing soothing, icy relief to every limb.
Yes, the person she was holding onto was indeed Rong Yi, who had come to rescue her.
"Qiqi..."
He scooped her up, cradling her in his arms, and quickly dashed out of the basement.
He saw her condition at a glance and knew she couldn’t stay here.
But Qiqi was wearing the demon-repelling ring, preventing the use of teleportation—damn it.
Rong Yi carried Qiqi outside, revealing an abandoned wooden house in the wilderness. Why this wooden house had such a deep basement and why it was used by Zhou Tai Tai and her group remained a mystery.
Rong Yi managed to hail a taxi and swiftly settled Qiqi into the back seat.
After giving the address, Rong Yi urged, "Hurry!"
The driver sped off like a rocket, but Qiqi was still extremely uncomfortable.
She nestled in his arms, her hands roaming over him like fire, softly moaning, "So hot... so miserable..."
Hey, where were her hands wandering?
Rong Yi immediately grabbed her hands: "Qiqi, we’re almost there. Just hold on a little longer."
Qiqi began to squirm restlessly, struggling: "Let me go, let me go, I’m hot, I’m so hot..."
Her pleading look was truly pitiful, and Rong Yi released her hands.
But she immediately went back to tearing at her own clothes, stretching her thin T-shirt until it was nearly deformed.
Rong Yi’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pinned her hands down firmly; his fingertips pressed against hers, and he steadied his mind. Soon, a rich, warm energy flowed into Qiqi’s body—his inner strength.