"..."
"Did you understand?!" The man's face was cold as he pinched her hand, "That audacity of yours needs to be curtailed. Otherwise, you'll end up on my head and I'll still have to feed you."
"..."
Tong Ran's lips stiffened; she didn't have the extra energy to argue with him. After Mo Nanjue finished speaking, he tucked the blanket on her left side.
Tong Ran felt a warmth on her cheek.
The man lowered his head, his breath spraying as he gently rubbed her pale cheek with his long index finger, afraid to apply too much pressure. He stared into her eyes unblinkingly, waves churning in his black pupils, his voice softening, "Tong Ran, you scared me to death."
Scared to death?
Could he actually be afraid of something...
"I was thinking, if you died with that stab, I would also stab myself to death," the man's fingers paused on her cheek, his eyes darkening, "and then I'd chase you to Hell to make sure you obediently came back with me."
"..."
