Shen Huoshui raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Clear enough. You're just like them—you think I'm nothing but a pretty face."
Yun Mo said nothing.
His fingertips twitched, and he accidentally got a small cut on the edge of a small device.
A faint trickle of blood immediately welled up.
"Tsk, Mr. Yun really is a delicate flower, isn't he?" The beauty unhurriedly touched his wound, gave it a quick dressing, and asked softly, "Are we still able to go?"
Anyone could tell that Shen Huoshui was mocking him.
Yun Mo studied the object on his finger, something called a "Band-Aid." His long lashes drooped slightly as he said in a magnetic voice, "It's just a small cut. It's nothing."
"Alright, let's go."
*
The place Yun Mo brought her to was... interesting.
At least, she found it interesting.
...A secret dungeon.
To think that a secret dungeon still existed in modern society.
Unbelievable.
