The pale neck was very elegant, but the scene of it being gripped by a hand was violent.
Wan Xing murmured weakly, "We're doomed, I told you he would crush you..."
Su Huan frowned, unraveling Yu Jing's ponytail, his five fingers like knives as he examined every inch of her scalp, behind her ears, and neck.
To the bewilderment of the two, with a "swish," he unzipped the tight-fitting suit.
His fingertips ran along the collarbone, heart, and ribs, all the way down; after checking the front, he moved to the back, spine and coccyx... He didn't miss a single bone on Yu Jing, squeezing each one.
Even Wan Xing could see what he was doing by now, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"My body hasn't mutated," Yu Jing explained helplessly.
A crimson hue appeared in Su Huan's pupils at some unknown time, like two clusters of fire immersed in an icy pool, inching over her skin, up to her brows and lashes.
