'That's not how it works.' Li Meirong wanted to say, but as she opened her mouth, no words came out.
Zhu Qingyue's direct gaze unnerved her into speechlessness. He looked like he was fighting to suppress something within himself, though what, she wasn't so sure. When he looked at her like that, it reminded her of the time she had found Snowball in the woods, and of Chou's frightened pleas to leave the fox cub to his own devices.
Peculiarly, the silly carnivorous plant spirit had proclaimed that little Snowball had wanted to eat her.
However, instead of harmless little Snowball being a threat to her life, she felt a certain sense of danger emanating from the fair-haired man on top of her. It felt as if he was the one who wanted to gobble her up.
As these thoughts threatened to overwhelm her, Zhu Qingyue's panting breaths caused her nerves to be on edge, drawing her back to the present.
