No wonder everyone at the station said behind his back that he was strange, like some kind of freak.
Besides, when looking for a girlfriend, did he really start by checking whether their hands were a good match?
What kind of bizarre method was that?
"There are plenty of people with beautiful hands. Can you possibly like them all?"
She truly couldn't understand people with a hand fetish.
A trace of infatuation flashed through Du Muhan's eyes as he secretly hooked one of her fingers. "But no one else can make them dance on a corpse."
Su Qiao was speechless.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
It sounded like a compliment, but why did she feel so aggrieved?
If he wanted to praise someone, couldn't he just do it properly?
Why did he have to make it so unconventional? Had he considered her feelings?
If he had tried that on someone else, she figured they would have run away in fright by now!
Su Qiao pulled her hand free. "I'll accept only one condition: you genuinely have to fall for me as a person. Otherwise, I won't get together with you."
"And don't even think about trying anything underhanded. Whether it's brains or brawn, you can't beat me."
Su Qiao had intended to push him away and leave, but she suddenly spotted Tao Junhui coming toward them.
He was probably here to ask about the autopsy results.
Her eyes shifted, and she suddenly came up with a plan that would kill two birds with one stone.
"But I helped you just now. Shouldn't you return the favor?"
Du Muhan was busy racking his brains over how to make her agree—or at least become less resistant to the matter of dissecting bodies.
Hearing this, he looked at her in