[Every night at midnight, she would become the square inkstone on his desk.
Lin Xiaoman, a small accountant in the household department, woke up with a strange poison in his body, and from then on he turned into a ghost every night.
Personal belongings of Chief Assistant Shen Yanzhou.
Inkstones, jade pendants, hairpins... All come in turns.
She heard all his secrets: the waste paper covered with little rabbits, the bitten pen tip,
There was also the piece of frosted cake that he ate alone every night but always missed a bite for no reason.
Lin Xiaoman's inner barrage never stops——
[This Lord Shofu is as cold as an ice cellar, how come he still has a hobby of drawing rabbits!
[Wait a minute, the accounts of this secret letter don't match up... Is this a regicide plot? !
It's over! He found someone in the inkstone! Is he going to silence him? !
On the third night, Shen Yanzhou discovered that there was someone living in the inkstone.
He chose not to expose it.
Because he needed her to keep listening, and because he discovered—
When the inkstone secretly eats the frosted cake, it will leave a small tooth mark.
Within a hundred days, the regicide conspiracy, and the inkstone getting warmer and warmer.
The decisive chief assistant, for the first time, lost his sense of proportion.
