Chapter 83 Stop Crying!
When I followed his line of sight, my body was naked before him. My two mangoes perked up at him. My eyes widened like a pan, almost bulging out of their sockets. "Pervert!!"
Out of reflex, I punched his nose. A deafening noise followed before silence ensued. But his face didn’t have any expression; it was just cold and unreadable.
Time seemed to still as if to watch the drama that was about to unfold. My surprised eyes met his stunned one. I bet he was still imagining if all this was real. He stood frozen without blinking.
I bit my lower lip, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me. I didn’t know how I did it, but the next moment I blurred out of the bathroom, forgetting what was at stake.
After I ran out of the bathroom, I quickly grabbed one of his jackets, throwing my hands inside it — at least this would cover my back. Then I threw myself onto the bed, covering myself with the blanket.
’Idiot, why are you hiding in the bed, so he can come and kill you? Get out of the bed right now, and run out of the door — in fact, run out of his territory, because I believe he is going to skin you alive before he stews you.’
I pulled the blanket down, in an attempt to run. But his figure was already marching towards me, like a brooding storm. His expression darkened, and his jaw clenched.
’Oh I’m gone.’ I cried inwardly.
I pulled the blanket over my head again; at least if he wants to kill me, let him do so. It was better than seeing the deadly look on his face.