"Miss Jiang, what are you...?"
Yet Jiang Yuechu paid them no heed.
She merely stretched out a hand and slowly placed it atop the little girl's head.
Her voice was soft, carrying a trace of hoarseness.
"Don't be afraid... It's okay..."
Again and again, she gently stroked the girl's jet-black hair.
As though soothing a frightened little beast.
Seeing this, Li Qingyuan secretly let out a breath, a faint look of relief appearing on his face.
Sure enough, women were more delicate of heart. They could not bear to see such a scene.
Shi Chongyue curled his lips and muttered something under his breath.
After a long while.
"..."
The expression on Li Qingyuan's face suddenly turned grave.
Even Zhao Yi, who had been languidly leaning against the doorframe, slowly straightened up and narrowed his eyes.
As Jiang Yuechu's hand slowly stroked over her, the girl's body did not calm down from the comfort. Instead... she began trembling even more violently.
Jiaoxu gritted her teeth hard.
She could feel that hand was warm, its movements gentle.
But...
But what was that chill that made her unable to stop trembling?!
At last, she could not endure it any longer. Gathering all the strength in her body, she slowly raised her head.
The other party looked down at her, wearing an endlessly alluring smile.
Her eyes were smiling, and her moist lips were smiling.
But why...
Why did it make her feel afraid?
And what kind of gaze was reflected in those eyes?
Wait...
She seemed to remember.
That look...
That look was far too familiar to her!
Whenever her belly was empty with hunger and she wished to hunt humans, using their flesh and blood to fill the void within herself...
That very expression would appear in her eyes.
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