"...What, what?"
Lin Wu's words stumbled.
The man released her, propping himself up on one side with one hand, increasing the distance between them, and that nerve-wracking sense of oppression silently dissipated.
Glancing again at the tattoo exposed on Lin Wu's shoulder, the man's gaze shifted to Lin Wu's face, seeming somewhat puzzled.
Lin Wu felt nothing but repulsion; she disliked the situation that made her look quite disheveled. Through gritted teeth, she said, "You better give me a good reason not to kill you before I make my move."
The man's eyes darkened slightly, but the words he spoke were completely unrelated.
"Your face, how has it changed?"
"? What change... Hiss!"
Lin Wu was perplexed, but as she spoke, the man unexpectedly reached out and touched her neck.
The cool touch made Lin Wu shudder and she reflexively tried to swat away his hand.
