'Even though there are that guy's clothes as a media, still...I'm surprised Jia doesn't show any symptoms, ah!'
Once Yaya mentioned it, Lai Jiayi froze. The girl suddenly remembered her phobia.
'Eh...eh?? Wait, wait, Yaya is right! I am at a super close distance from Zhao Yang right now, but...I don't show symptoms…'
Lai Jiayi's breath stilled.
'Is this means...my phobia is gone?? Really? Just like that– '
THROB.
Lai Jiayi's stomach suddenly ached, and her chest tightened. The air around seemed to disappear, and blood left the girl's face, turning it white pale.
...sh*t. It's still there!!
[Now, you mention it, I have a symptom!!]
Lai Jiayi hurriedly pushed Zhao Yang's arm away and turned around in a mere second. Her sudden action startled the guy to the core.
'...what? What did– '
Zhao Yang stared at his empty arm and glanced at Lai Jiayi. The guy then stretched his arm toward Lai Jiayi's back, but then he paused.
He gritted his teeth and shook his head.
