The ice-cold touch wasn't slippery, yet it churned an uncontrollable slick sensation in Baili An's heart, the cold malice roiling in his stomach.
Baili An's Adam's apple bobbed, and as if seeing a ghost, he forcefully flung the silver scorpion in his hand away.
The silver scorpion was thrown to the ground, all dizzy and confused, almost causing her to lose her grip on last night's dinner. As a parting gift, she felt a belly full of resentment, and hadn't yet been warmed by human touch before being discarded like some stinky trash.
Her mood grew increasingly sullen.
The little scorpion just raised her head, about to question if her appearance was truly that ugly, when she saw the young man already half his body out the window, vomiting violently.
Little Scorpion: "..."
How hideous must she have appeared to make someone vomit?
