"If the male protagonist could also feel happiness with Mo Shu, wouldn't that mean the plot has completely deviated from its course!"
Sao Zha felt uneasy, flapping his wings and flying about.
The people he had found before had never lived past 10% of the main storyline; they were all killed by the male protagonist. And now, not only had Mo Shu survived, but the main storyline was skyrocketing.
Moreover, the source of happiness was coming from the host's body, a situation that had never occurred before!
Mo Shu didn't notice Sao Zha's restlessness at all. When she held Yu Siqiao's hand and took a careful look, she realized that although it looked terrifying, it hadn't injured the bone at all!
The knuckles were scraped, looking a bit red and swollen, but they were minor skin injuries after all. She didn't see any of the bruising or bone congestion that Grandpa Wu had mentioned.
Mo Shu's face darkened. "Grandpa Wu lied to me."
