The bespectacled, middle-aged man's hands were still pressed on Ji Nuan's body, tugging against her zipper.
Such a dirty scene made her blood turn cold. Upon meeting Mo Jingshen's gaze, she felt as though she had been plunged into an ice pool. A violent storm had begun stirring in Mo Jingshen's clear eyes.
Ji Nuan was disoriented for a moment; wasn't he in Hai City? Why was he in T City?
Was she experiencing a hallucination from the fright?
She could not speak and could only stare in his direction with vacant eyes; as though he was the only source of warm light in the bleak darkness; as though she was finally rescued from the frightening fog of both lives and could finally breathe.
