Mingshen's brows piqued with a bewitching appeal. "Spicy, you could have just told me if you wished to squeeze our bodies together in a comforting and passionate embrace. But you feigning to fall on top of me like this is enchanting on a whole different level~"
She threw daggers at him, cursing her luck once again. "Stop spouting nonsense! As if I was feigning anything. Something caught my ankle…"
She looked back and turned speechless. A rough, bloodied hand mutilated at its wrist had clasped on to Jia's ankle with its fingers. It was a classic, spooky act of terrifying a visitor by secretly grabbing their leg and scaring the living daylights out of them.
"..."
Ah come on! When did that hand appear?
She swayed her foot up and down and left and right to shake the ghoulish hand away. But those stubborn fingers tapped on her skin deeper as if mocking her efforts. The doll with her left eye gouged out also started eerily laughing at Jia's vain attempts to free herself.
