Actually, that's not the sound of water.

It was Shen Jiashi's blood, which snaked down from his shoulders, wetting most of his body, and dripping to the ground along the corners of his long coat.

The room was dim, and Feng Xiaoyu deliberately blew out two more lights.

At first glance, it's not obvious.

The corners of his lips pursed slightly, and Feng Xiaoyu was calm: "Maybe I was in a hurry to open the door for you just now and knocked over the teapot." ”

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