Han Sanqian knew that Dao Twelve wanted to use violence to open it. If this method is really used, is Dao Twelve still needed? One layer of Han Sanqian's skill is enough to break the wooden door.

"Open your eyes and take a good look." Han Sanqian said with the corners of his mouth raised.

Dao Twelve still didn't understand what Han Sanqian meant by this sentence, but saw Han Sanqian's hand slid across the position of the lock cylinder, and then there was the sound of unlocking the lock.

This operation directly made Dao Twelve confused.

"This... is this magic?" Dao Twelve asked Han Sanqian in astonishment.

"Magic is a way of blinding the eyes, and it is a mechanism that has been set in advance. Do you think I have set it up in advance?" Han Sanqian said with a smile, and then pushed open the door of Qi Yiyun's room.

Dao Twelve still has a good understanding of magic. He knows that magic is indeed just like what Han Sanqian said, but it is just a trick.

It is impossible for Han Sanqian to be bored enough to set up the mechanism in advance and show off in front of him.

But this is not magic, how did Han Sanqian do it?

While Dao Twelve was still in a daze, Han Sanqian had already entered the room. Found the source of the stench, it turned out to be the birthday cake he gave Qi Yiyun a few days ago.

And the cake hadn't been unpacked yet, that is to say, Qi Yiyun hadn't eaten it at all, and abruptly put the cake to the point where it stinks.

Why is this?

Doesn't she like it?

But when Qi Yiyun received the cake that day, she liked her performance very much. Could it be that she performed all of this?

But it's not right. If she didn't like it, why didn't she just throw it away instead of leaving it in the room to stink.

At this time, Dao Twelve also walked into the room. Although he was used to the stench of blood, he faced this rotten stench. Still couldn't help pinching his nose.

"It should be that the cake is broken." Dao Twelve said while pinching his nose.

Han Sanqian nodded, still thinking about why Qi Yiyun did this in his mind, which was totally against his logic.

If you don't eat it, it should mean you don't like it, and if you don't like it, it's easy to throw it away. Why is it still in the room?

"Twelve, if you don't like something, will you keep it?" Han Sanqian asked Knife Twelve.

Dao Twelve didn't even think about it, and the answer was very straightforward: "Of course not. If you don't like things, you will naturally throw them away."

"But she doesn't like it. It still stinks in her room. What's the reason?" Han Sanqian wondered.

When Dao Twelve was thinking about this problem, he suddenly thought of another possibility. He didn�t eat it, but he still kept it. This is not necessarily because he doesn�t like it. , also reluctant to throw away.

"It's possible that it's because she likes it so much that she doesn't want to eat it, and she doesn't want to throw it away when it smells bad." Dao Twelve said.

Han Sanqian was taken aback, thinking about it. There is indeed such a possibility, after all, when receiving the cake that day, Qi Yiyun's happy reaction cannot be faked.

Even the actor acting in front of Han Sanqian would be seen through. What is a mere Qi Yiyun?

So it is very likely that Dao Twelve guessed it, and Qi Yiyun liked it too much. That's why we did it.

But if this is the case, it would be a headache for Han Sanqian.

An unintentional move, a cake can make Qi Yiyun so addicted, which shows that her feelings for Han Sanqian have reached a certain level, and this is the last thing Han Sanqian wants to see.

Han Sanqian carried the cake and walked out of the room. Since it stinks, there is no need to stay any longer. JrNovels.com