Li Baitian began sighing as he walked along the corridor of the second floor into his room, looking miserable.

Ning Qiancheng was heavily injured but he could move around slowly as long as he chose not to fight. Following behind Li Baitian, he frowned and asked, "Why are you moaning like a ghost?"

"F*ck. This is called melancholy. Understand?"

Li Baitian rolled his eyes as he looked at the big soft bed in the room, sighing once more. He shook his head and continued, ...