He had said he was coming to comfort her.
"I think… there might be some kind of misunderstanding here." Standing behind Quentin, Luo Yan suddenly spoke, breaking the heavy silence in the tent.
The panic that had clouded his handsome face vanished, replaced by a poise and steadiness far beyond his years; in front of Quentin, he seemed like a completely different person.
Quentin stared at him, his eyes as big as bronze bells, practically bulging out, but he only dared look at him for a second before hurriedly shifting his gaze back to Erin.
He didn't dare relax for even a moment!
Even though his neck was only that short a stump.
"Are you insane?! That's a Vampire! Blood Race! A biting mosquito! A Devil that eats people and doesn't spit out the bones—"
Each of those vicious curses was like a nail, hammered hard into Erin's chest, striking at the softest place in her heart.
