Rong Linyu felt the icy touch on his face, sending a cold shiver through his heart and stiffening his body even more. The woman in front of him seemed harmless, but the sinister, malicious light in her eyes was frightening. He turned his eyes toward Mu Qian, "Mu Qian, I have something to tell you."
Mu Qian acted as if he heard nothing, his gaze fixed on the elder who had managed to stand up again.
Meanwhile, the female charm had already regrown her forehead in just a while, showing no trace of injury.
Yu Qianmo's hand was still on Rong Linyu's face, touching from his eyes to the corners of his lips. As her fingers rubbed against his skin, her sharp nails occasionally grazed his face, her laughter becoming more enchanting, "Go on, handsome. He's standing so close, he can hear you."
Rong Linyu saw that the female charm was unharmed, and that the old man wasn't severely injured, which secretly relieved him.
