On a two-meter wide Sealy bed, lay a person half reclining. Their hair, long and jet black, was sprawled about like that of a baby's, fragile as a finger snap.,His hawk-like gaze swept across the empty bedroom, landing on the two crimson stains on the sheets. A furrow deepened between his brows.,Fang Qing received the gaze of everyone, hurriedly picked up the newspaper to block her face, and grumbled softly, "Dead Tian, you actually said such things on the street! Do you want me to live anymore!"。