The train station was bustling with people, but Yue Qingqing felt a chill all over her body.
Just thinking about the pictures that her master brother sent her through the internet this morning made her feel nauseous.
The person in front of her was not a human being, but a beast wearing human skin.
Quentin walked over with an air of self-satisfaction.
He familiarly pressed his hand against Yue Qingqing's back.
A cylindrical object was pressing against her back.
With a full smile, Quentin asked, "Can you come with me now, darling?"
"I haven't received the message yet." Yue Qingqing looked at Quentin coldly, with no sign of fear in her eyes.
Quentin wasn't in a hurry and just stood by Yue Qingqing's side.
Many passing travelers cast glances in their direction.
Yue Qingqing's Oriental face was indeed very eye-catching.
But because their posture appeared somewhat intimate, many people mistook them for a young couple in love.
