On the verge of widowhood

I don't know if it's because seeing too many weird people, Bai Qing's acceptance has increased by more than one section, and her heartbeat has gradually slowed down.

The "person" in front of him is a monster.

Because the umbrella was thrown on the ground by him, there was not a drop of water on Bai Qing's body after being exposed to the rain.

However, the calmer Bai Qing became, the more confused the monster became, and even reached out to touch his cheek.

Cold fingers caressed his face, and Bai Qing shivered secretly.

It's really cool—like a wisp of mist drifting out of an endless abyss, brushing across his cheeks faintly.

"what are you going to do?"

After uttering a word, the gluey feeling between the neck was suddenly removed, and Bai Qing immediately asked a whole sentence smoothly.

Following his example, the monster opened and closed its lips, but could only make some inexplicable sounds, like a strong wind blowing in the forest.