She was most afraid of cats, and now what lay before her was a blood-stained dead cat.
It was not until the doorbell rang again that Han Xi stumbled to her feet, her hand on the doorknob shaking uncontrollably.
When she opened the door, Han Xi fell straight into Lu Jinghan's arms: "Xiao Xi....."
Lu Jinghan saw the dead cat on the floor, his eyes darkened as he carried Han Xi, walking towards the bedroom. Han Xi, with a pale face, clutched the collar of Lu Jinghan's shirt, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Lu Jinghan entered the bedroom and closed the door with his foot, putting Han Xi down, but her hand clenched tightly onto Lu Jinghan, unwilling to let go.
Han Xi was genuinely frightened.
"Xiao Xi, what exactly happened?" Lu Jinghan encircled Han Xi again, wiping the tears from her face.
"Just now there was someone....a delivery man....when I opened it....a dead cat covered in blood." Han Xi trembled and couldn't complete a single sentence.
