So, do chickens actually have athlete's foot or not?
The answer isn't important.
Just as Wu Xiaoqi blurted out the question, he immediately regretted it.
Because Pang Jiao's action of nibbling on chicken feet slowed down a beat.
That beat was so conspicuous that Wu Xiaoqi felt as if his own heartbeat had slowed as well.
Time and space around him seemed to have stopped, and with Pang Jiao's mouth crammed with fragmented chicken feet bones, Wu Xiaoqi could see the stark white bones.
And also, Pang Jiao's man-eating gaze shifting toward him.
How he wished that time could flow backward.
He once had the chance to sleep well, right before him, but he didn't cherish it.
If heaven gave him another chance, Wu Xiaoqi swore that he would never utter those words to this valiant woman.
If there was a time limit, he would keep silent for the rest of his life.
