Void of any other emotion, he simply wanted to embrace her.
Cui Si was taken aback.
But she didn't struggle too much. She stretched out her hands to hold Murphy's waist, pressing her head against his broad chest just like she had done when she was drunk, listening to the restless beating of his heart.
"Sh!'
The ethereal Blood-Drinking Spirit Vulture silently spread its wings, soaring through the night sky and precisely landing on a weathered stone pillar nearby.
This ferocious bird was carrying a fat mouse in its mouth, tilting its head to observe Murphy and Cui Si who were hugging each other. A touch of animal-like innocence floated in its red agate-like eyes, but then it seemed to remember something, fluttered its wings, dropped the fat mouse from its beak, and cawed like a crow.
The noise startled Cui Si, making her turn her head to look at this peculiar bird.
"What is that?"
Cui Si pushed Murphy away and asked in surprise:
