The young man's slightly curly hair was disheveled, and his gorgeous face was faintly flushed from the fight. His lips were a little swollen, their crimson color all the more striking against that captivating face.
With him looking so breathtakingly seductive, it was hard not to imagine things, even if he had only spent a few minutes alone with the Puppeteer.
The system's consciousness had been utterly destroyed, and the Puppeteer had vanished. The NPCs beneath the statue fell into pools of blood one after another, still pleading for divine power.
Shen Ru looked up at Mo Yu and felt his scalp prickle.
Rather than burning with fury as he had expected, the man was exceedingly calm, with even the faintest hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.
The Instance had clearly ended, yet an eerie chill still hung around them, cold enough to make his heart tremble.
Shen Ru blinked, his mind racing as he tried to recall whether he had done anything out of line.
Although everyone else had seen the two of them spend a few minutes alone, Shen Ru had subsequently rejected the Puppeteer's invitation in front of them all. No matter how angry Mo Yu was, surely he wouldn't take his anger at the Puppeteer out on him.
Then what was he jealous about?
After reasoning it through on his own, Shen Ru, who had initially felt guilty, decided there was absolutely nothing wrong.
He met the man's probing gaze with complete confidence.
The man curled his lips, his laugh slightly hoarse, though it didn't quite sound like amusement.
"I remember we still have an unused travel Card. Let's use it once we're out of this Instance."
Shen Ru instinctively wanted to refuse, but before the words could leave his mouth, he