Everything seemed normal, yet they unrelentingly fixated on him.
What kind of twisted logic was this?
He had endured it all throughout the journey, nearly exploding with anger!
No matter how he intimidated, it was useless; her hands clung around his neck unreleased, her pitch-black eyes shining brightly as they stared at his face, making him feel uneasy inside.
"..." It was only then that Mu Yin realized, it wasn't Si Chen who was holding onto Chi Ying, but she who was desperately clinging to his neck.
"Aluo, I was thrown into a pile of corpses late last night; he rescued me, I'm scared..." Chi Ying hurriedly explained, her already pale face turning deathly white, and she clung even tighter around Si Chen's neck.
Her eyes were completely overtaken by his image, filled with admiration and dependency!
Like a wounded child...
Thrown into a pile of corpses?
Mu Yin was stunned!
My God, what was going on?
Even Si Chen froze.
