Chapter 73: Mirror oh mirror, who is the most handsome devil of all?
Mingshen’s brows piqued with a bewitching appeal. "Spicy, you could have just told me if you wished to squeeze our bodies together in a comforting and passionate embrace. But you feigning to fall on top of me like this is enchanting on a whole different level~"
She threw daggers at him, cursing her luck once again. "Stop spouting nonsense! As if I was feigning anything. Something caught my ankle..."
She looked back and turned speechless. A rough, bloodied hand mutilated at its wrist had clasped on to Jia’s ankle with its fingers. It was a classic, spooky act of terrifying a visitor by secretly grabbing their leg and scaring the living daylights out of them.
"..."
Ah come on! When did that hand appear?
She swayed her foot up and down and left and right to shake the ghoulish hand away. But those stubborn fingers tapped on her skin deeper as if mocking her efforts. The doll with her left eye gouged out also started eerily laughing at Jia’s vain attempts to free herself.
"Shall I help you, dear?"
The joy mixed in his voice only irked her further and she grabbed hold of the floor, wanting to get off him. But the ghostly hand slightly pushed her leg, making her fall on Mingshen once again. Her hands were on either side of his head, her chest protruding to leave only a narrow gap between their contact.
"With your chest so up and close like this, it reminds of the wonderful time I dug in it and touched your heart," he smirked. "Saved it too~"
She narrowed her eyes. "Your point being?"
"I was just reliving the nostalgia."