Xue Jing's mouth twitched, and his fist tensed, "What are you doing?"
"Ha ha ha ha..." Otogirusu didn't answer, his eyes curling into crescents as he turned with satisfaction and walked backstage.
Xue Jing clicked his tongue.
That person... as good-looking as he truly was, he was also genuinely terrifying. He was too much.
Xue Jing hadn't ruled out the possibility that he was a woman in disguise.
But... his senses hadn't dulled to the point where he couldn't tell whether someone was a man or a woman.
Otogirusu was without a doubt male, having all the physical attributes a man should.
That's why Xue Jing felt uncomfortable every time he was flirted with by him.
It was only because Otogirusu appeared overly feminine that Xue Jing instinctively felt less repelled, suppressing his killing intent.
If it had been some burly muscleman daring to play these tricks with him, Xue Jing felt he would have already made his move.
"Holy crap!"
