They live on the sixth floor, in a rather old neighborhood. There are only two households on the sixth floor, and no one lives there.

The fifth floor is inhabited by office workers, and there's no one there at this time of day.

Therefore, Zhang Yunhan is not very scared now.

"She's dead!"

The man walked up to Zhang Yunhan and asked.

So, are you scared?

Zhang Yunhan gave him a cold glance.

What am I afraid of?

The man found her incredibly alluring as she appeared.

Like a blood-stained rose, it silently exudes an allure.

Even now, Zhang Qingyou is staring at them with her eyes wide open in death.

But he still ignored it.

He reached out and hugged Zhang Yunhan. The two of them actually did such a despicable and shameless thing in front of Zhang Qingyou's corpse.

After venting their anger, the two slowly changed their clothes and called the police.

As always, she said that Zhang Qingyou's mistake was due to her own actions.

That man, after all, was a rich second-generation, and he had made some arrangements with everyone involved.

The matter was quickly forgotten.

Zhang Yunhan didn't really like men, but with this man, there was a physical connection.

In addition, the man treated her very well when they were together.

Especially regarding Zhang Qingyou's situation, she felt even more deeply the love he had for her.

It truly surpasses many others.

As a result, Zhang Yunhan was freed from that psychological pressure and happily lived with him.

Actually, I really have to thank Zhang Qingyou. If it weren't for her, she wouldn't have met such a good man.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been able to break free from that psychological state.

They lived happily together.

After receiving the plot, Zhang Qingyou opened her eyes and looked at the fan above her head, which was making a series of creaking noises.

A slight, mocking smile curled at the corners of her lips.

Is this okay?

Twin sisters, is Zhang Yunhan a psychopath?

Can't she stand seeing others have a slightly better or more stable life than her?

He really has a serious psychological problem.

The room was unbearably hot, so she stood up and walked outside.

The lights outside were also a warm, yellowish hue.

My mother's lover was sleeping in the next room, and he had already started snoring very loudly.

Zhang Qingyou pushed open the bathroom door. Zhang Yunhan had finished showering and was drying herself inside.

As soon as she heard someone push the door open, she screamed.

He even flung the towel he was holding away.

Zhang Qingyou nimbly dodged the attack.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Qingyou asked.

Why did you come in?

When Zhang Yunhan saw that it was Zhang Qingyou, she felt relieved.

"It's too hot, I'm coming in to wash my face!"

Zhang Qingyou walked to the sink, took her towel, and started washing herself.

"Can't you knock?"

Zhang Yunhan stared at her.

"Knocking on the door? You didn't close the door when you were taking a shower, and now you're blaming me? Besides, don't you often come in when I'm showering? When you go to the toilet or something, you leave without closing the door."

Zhang Qingyou found it amusing. She glanced at her and then fell silent.

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