However, his entire style of doing things was contrary to that.
Mumu, don't be afraid of me. No matter how much blood I have on my hands, as long as you don't avoid me or run away from me, I won't lay a hand on you.
……
His tone was so cold and serious, but when an mu heard it, she bit her lip hard, lowered her head, and sobbed softly as if she could not help it anymore.
His hands were stained with blood.
He was a murderer.
He killed without blinking, bloodthirsty and perverted.
What kind of person had she provoked?
Her waist suddenly tightened, and her body suddenly became light. In the next second, her entire body was lifted up.
The small bathroom was right next to it.
A simple shower.
It was fine when she was alone, but when he carried her in, it seemed difficult to even turn around.
However, this caused the distance between the two of them to be even closer.
The lights did not light up.
