Li Ang didn't respond, and Dorothy moved her clasped hands slightly forward.
"What I'm thinking now is whether to knock you out, so you would think seeing me was just a dream."
Doing so was obviously unreliable, and he didn't really plan on doing it; he simply couldn't figure out this lady's thoughts.
"Oh," Dorothy let out a light hum, "Are you going to leave me behind again?"
"Again? Why again?"
"Anyway, take me for a stroll inside."
Wiggling her waist, she walked to the wardrobe persistently.
At this time, the sound of footsteps on the floor came from outside her room; the person was very lively, approaching quickly with a half-leap, then knocked on the door with a thud.
"Senior, are you there? It's Leona!"
It's the half-dragon maiden she met before.
There wasn't the joy of seeing a friend in Dorothy's expression; she sighed softly, didn't open the door, and just gently pushed the porcelain basin containing the blood from her wrist cut under the bed.
