In an instant, the girl's expression froze as if she were paused.
The boy reached out, patted the girl's arm, and said softly,
"Return."
With a "whoosh," from Tan Wenbin's perspective, it seemed like a large puddle of water suddenly fell on the desk and then all seeped into those high heels.
"Brother Binbin."
"Yeah."
"Wash the shoes, then put them in an open box and place it under the balcony."
"Alright."
Tan Wenbin went to pick up the high heels, surprised to find that even though they had absorbed a lot of water earlier, they were still very dry inside.
Only on the surface of the shoes, there remained the black dog blood he had previously applied by hand.
Li Zhiyuan then began to tidy up the desk, his previous sealing method was somewhat cruel, but he did not think it was excessive; if not for his abilities, the first night he stayed here, it could have been him possessed and dancing in these high heels.
