Plop...
Plop...
The sound echoed again, sticky and dull.
Like something wet being dragged across the concrete ground.
It formed an eerie duet with the crisp clack of her high heels.
The wind funneled in from the alleyway behind, bringing cold rain that pressed her skirt against her legs, fluttering continuously.
Under the dim streetlight, her shadow stretched and twisted on the wet ground.
At the same time, it felt as if another unseen shadow was slowly approaching, merging with hers.
Cheng Leyi's breathing became slightly rapid, and goosebumps rose on the back of her neck.
She forced herself to look straight ahead, but the corner of her eye involuntarily glanced back.
Because.
With her unusually sharp senses, she couldn't detect the breathing or heartbeat of the stalker at all.
This was definitely not normal!
Cheng Leyi's left hand quietly slipped into her bag, her fingertips brushing against the cold, hard metal of a canister.
It was pepper spray.
