The image of the earlier warning still spun in her mind.
She squeezed her eyes shut in fear.
Seeing her tremble like a leaf, Shanshan let out a satisfied huff.
'If she's scared, this will be easy.'
"Didn't I tell you not to follow me?"
Shanshan looked down at her condescendingly.
"Are your ears just for show? You really think I wouldn't dare to hurt you?"
"N-no, don't kill me! I don't taste good! I really, really don't!"
Jiajia broke down, sobbing hysterically.
"Good people don't kill kids... Please, don't eat me... WAHHH... We have steamed buns at home, and my daddy... my daddy said he'd buy me a candied hawthorn skewer tomorrow... Don't eat me... I don't want to die..."
She shrank to the ground, wrapping her arms tightly around herself and curling into a ball.
Tears and snot smeared her face, soaking the collar of her shirt. Dark, wet patches spread across her pant legs.
Shanshan decided to play the part to the hilt, putting on a ferocious and menacing expression.
