The man's grip on her wrist felt like a burning cigarette butt, and Buhui reflexively shook off his hand, retreating far away, her eyes wide open, staring at him intensely.
Upon closer inspection, one could see her trembling slightly.
Mo Beichen's lips twisted into a bitter smile. Was he a demon or a ghost that scared her so much?
Yet, in this manner, his male pride suffered quite a blow, and he mocked, "What? Afraid I'll eat you?"
A strange blush appeared on Buhui's pale face. She gritted her teeth, turned without saying a word, and walked away. Mo Beichen didn't chase after her just to embarrass himself further, merely watching her disappear from sight.
It was their first meeting since he inadvertently saw her at the funeral home that day. Her already slender figure now seemed even thinner. While holding her wrist earlier, he feared using too much strength would crush her wrist bone.
