Fear of death loomed over me.
I couldn't help trembling all over, a chill running up from the soles of my feet, feeling as if I'd plunged into an ice cellar.
Seconds passed without a hint of pain, and I slowly opened my eyes.
All I saw was the Tibetan Mastiff, just a step away from me, its movements severely restricted by the leash around its neck.
"Look, you've scared the shit out of Huanhuan!" Master Zhao's voice rang out from not too far away.
His eyes were dark and gloomy, yet the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. He walked over slowly, still holding a meatball he'd made, tossing it to the Mastiff a short distance away.
I knew this was Master Zhao flexing his muscles to intimidate me.
After what happened last night, he hadn't finished me off, so it seemed I was temporarily safe.
With this thought, my heart settled a bit. I slowly stood up straight, "Master Zhao, I'm a scaredy-cat, not good with frights."
