Xia Micheng was so petrified that she shrieked, “Ghost! It’s a ghost!”
At this moment, a flick sounded and the lights turned on. Dim yellow lights shone down upon them.
Subsequently, Xia Micheng got a good look at the ghost in front of her—no, it wasn’t a ghost. It was a man who was sleeping face-down in the medicine chamber, doing nothing.
Xia Micheng stared at him. The man was very young, and he looked like he was only 22 or 23 years old. He had a very handsome face and a sharp and astute temperament, looking like a refined Prince Charming who had stepped out of the pages of a fairy tale.
“You… Why did you walk without making a sound? You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
The man had a pair of cold black eyes. He didn’t say anything but merely gave her a passing glance. Then, he went back to his chair, sat down, and continued sleeping.