Song Qing slightly raised the corner of her mouth and slowly moved her hand away from his neck. When she rubbed the wound on his neck, she used a little force, causing Luo Wu to have goosebumps.
Her fingertips were extremely soft and cold, as if they did not have a trace of warmth. Even without looking, Luo Wu could guess the curve of her slender fingers.
However, he did not have any other thoughts at the moment. Instead, he felt that the finger was extremely cold, like a sharp dagger that could cut his throat in the next moment.
When he grabbed his wound, he remembered the feeling of the Wolf's teeth pressing against his throat. It made his heart tighten and the hair on his back stand up.
The wolf had already left, but the fear it gave him still dominated him, making him feel like there was a pair of eyes staring at him from behind.
