"Why are you looking at me? I didn't mistake you for someone else on purpose! You’re so petty—I’ll walk my path, and you can walk your ghost road, that’s that!" Xingyu, unable to bear the crushing pressure radiating from his pitch-black eyes, couldn't help but snap back.
The man’s lips curled into a faint, ambiguous arc. "I was just wondering where would be the best place to bite." As he spoke, his gaze drifted to the nape of her neck, as if he might bare his fangs at any moment and tear her throat out.
"?" A gruesome image involuntarily flashed through Xingyu’s mind: her blood drained dry, leaving behind nothing but a thin layer of skin and bare bone.
Chapter 237