It isn't exactly a kiss, but his intention is to ask for air from the man. However, who would think the man doesn't have an ounce of air inside his body?! Thus, he died.
He raised his head and looked at his transparent arms. "… who are you?" he asked before he raised his gaze and looked at the man who was wringing his wet coat.
Because of his bloodless face, his vivid red lips are very eye-catching. There is a cut on those lips. "I didn't expect for you to be so fierce." The man's deep voice woke him from his thoughts. "It's entirely far from your usual attitude, Huo Ling." He added.
Huo Ling's pupils shrank and he glared at the man. "How do you know my real name?" he asked.
"Right. You're currently 'Howee Jackson'." The man muttered to himself as if he didn't hear his question.
