"Miss Jiang, what are you..."
Yet Jiang Yuechu paid them no heed.
She merely extended her 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 all right..."
Again and again, she gently stroked the girl's jet-black hair.
As though soothing a frightened little beast.
Seeing this, Li Qingyuan let out a breath of relief, a hint of comfort appearing on his face.
Sure enough, women were more delicate of heart. They simply could not bear such a sight.
Shi Chongyue curled his lip and muttered something under his breath.
After a long while.
"..."
Li Qingyuan's expression suddenly turned grave.
Even Zhao Yi, who had been listlessly 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.
Jiao Xu gritted her teeth hard.
She could feel that hand's warmth, its movements gentle.
But...
But what was that chill that made her shudder uncontrollably?!
At last, unable to endure it any longer, she slowly raised her head with all her strength.
The other woman looked down at her from Gao above, wearing a smile of boundless tenderness and allure.
Her eyes were smiling, and her moist lips were smiling.
But why...
Why did it make her feel afraid?
What sort of gaze was reflected in those eyes?
Wait...
She seemed to remember.
That gaze...
That gaze was far too familiar!
Whenever her stomach was gnawing with hunger and she wanted to hunt humans, using their flesh and blood to fill the emptiness within herself,
That very expression would appear in her eyes.
An absurd thought exploded in her mind like