The girl's sycophantic gaze made Huo Muchen frown deeply. If it had been *his* girl looking at him like that, it might have soothed him, but this stranger's look filled him with disgust.
"Get out." Huo Muchen closed his eyes, his voice laced with fatigue. He suddenly remembered—he had argued with his girl.
The girl on the floor, baffled by Huo Muchen's erratic moods, mistook his brief pause for a softening of his attitude. Hesitating for a moment, she reached out her hand slowly...
The moment her dry, warm palm touched him, Huo Muchen recoiled as if contaminated, violently shaking her off.
"Didn't you hear me? I told you to *get out!*" His voice darkened with a terrifying menace as he reached out and gripped her throat tightly.
The girl's eyes widened in terror. Just a moment ago, this man had been relatively gentle. Why had he suddenly become so terrifying?
