520 Smell of Blood

Mu Yuze's breath hitched in response to that question, his fingers nearly slipping on the plate he held. With a soft 'oops' from He Juan, who laughed softly, the plate was taken from his grasp and placed on the table. However, this also meant that he had to release his hold over Mu Yuze's eyes.

When he regained his vision again, the first thing Mu Yuze fixated on was the tiny smile dancing on the corner of He Juan's lips. Of course, he should have expected that the man would ask this kind of question. After all, Juan-gege had a penchant for teasing him! Mu Yuze nibbled anxiously on his bottom lip, his hands clenching the fabric of his shirt so tightly that they formed visible creases. When He Juan shifted his gaze to him with an arched brow, Mu Yuze found all his courage evaporating like a worthless drop of water in the face of the scorching sun. Perhaps the darkness really did wonder to embolden him just now.