"There's definitely a problem! Although he doesn't dare to strike openly, who knows what kind of schemes he might employ in secret!" With a grave expression, Qin Lin observed Su Yanran and Lin Qingyue from the corner of his eye, constantly on guard for any impending danger.
"What is this!" Just then, his eyes caught a small black dot. Upon closer inspection, he realized Lin Qingyue hadn't been mistaken—there really was a mosquito!
Perhaps I'm being overly suspicious. Qin Lin casually swatted the mosquito.
BUZZ...
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, something astonishing happened. The mosquito he had clearly squashed struggled back to its feet and flew straight for the exposed, fair skin on Lin Qingyue's shoulder!
Because Lin Qingyue was wearing a tank top with a shirt over it, the shirt had slid down slightly, leaving her fair shoulders and delicate collarbone exposed to both Qin Lin and the mosquito.
