Men knocked over chairs, trying to get to Liu Haoyu and see what was wrong with him. Chang Xuefeng had to bite his tongue to stop from laughing at the complete shit show in front of him.
The man was going to die; it was simply a matter of time. He could no longer sense Wrath inside the meat sack (as the Sins so lovingly call them), which meant that his original soul was probably back in control.
"Do you want him dead?" he asked, leaning forward so he could speak in his Wish Girl's ear. The smell of her cherry lolly-pop was cloyingly sweet next to her personal scent, but he couldn't help but close his eyes and breathe in both scents.
"Now, why would I want that?" she asked, looking up at him. Their mouths were inches apart, and it took every ounce of self-control that Chang Xuefeng didn't have to not bridge the distance and taste her for himself.
