On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing listened intently with his eyes wide open, and found that the rain was still falling, but he couldn't hear the sound of the rain at all, and only the monster made an inexplicable sound next to his ears.

The monster's brows became tighter and tighter, and the incomprehension in his brows became more and more intense. The hand that was caressing Bai Qing's face slid down and clasped his chin, lifted it slightly, and then pressed it against it.

Bai Qing looked at the face that suddenly enlarged and shrunk in front of him in horror, and the fleeting cold touch on his lips reminded him of what happened just now.

He was kissed? ? ?

He was kissed by an unknown monster? ? ?

Bai Qing, who was already able to move, was still thinking about whether he should slap him, and the hand that clasped his jaw grabbed his throat.

A hoarse voice rang in my ear: "Are you... not afraid of me?"