Corbin Crowley's words made Yuri Ashwood's outstretched hand freeze instantly, his expression becoming extremely awkward.
He looked at Luna Sutton, then at Corbin Crowley, laughed dryly twice, withdrew his hand, and touched his nose, saying, "Well, Luna Sutton, you better ask Corbin Crowley to help you massage. I, I suddenly remembered that the barbecue is about to get burnt, I'll go check on it first."
Before finishing his words, he was already getting up to leave with a speed as if a fierce wolf was chasing him.
Luna Sutton: "..."
Watching Yuri Ashwood's fleeing back, her mouth twitched hard.
Is the dog-man really that terrifying? Look at how scared he was.
She turned her gaze to Corbin Crowley, pretending to be weak, "Corbin Crowley, my stomach really hurts, can you check it for me?"
Corbin Crowley crossed his arms, lowered his gaze to her, and sneered, "Don't you have healing abilities? Shouldn't you be able to heal your own stomach ache?"
