After an unbearable silence, Ou Mingxuan gritted his teeth and step by step walked towards the girl under the tree.
Only three to five steps away, yet each step felt as heavy as a thousand-pound stone.
After stopping in front of the girl, Ou Mingxuan took a deep breath, slowly squatted down, and his fingers trembled as he reached towards her nose...
His fingertips had just touched her nose when they were suddenly caught by a slender, icy cold hand that was almost translucent, gripping the pulse with fierce force.
Ou Mingxuan felt that if she tightened any further, his hand would break, and he was sweating profusely from the pain, hurriedly lowering his eyes, only to meet a pair of beast-like eyes in the dark, emitting a eerie purple glow...
"Yuxun, you..." Ou Mingxuan suddenly forgot the pain in his wrist, his face filled with joy.
