"Why aren't you coming in?"
Song Tingfan reached out to touch her hand to see if it was cold, but before he could, she withdrew her hand.
She said rather aggrievedly, "Don't touch me. Didn't you ignore me just now?"
Even so, she couldn't help but glance at his face and added, "What happened to your face?"
Her tone was stiff but filled with deep concern.
Song Tingfan saw this, and something stirred inside him. He slightly turned his head and softened his voice, "It's nothing, just dry skin. I need to apply a mask."
Lin Qiao didn't believe him at all. She walked over and reached out to check, and seeing Song Tingfan trying to pull away, she held his hand, "If you move away, I'll leave immediately. You'll never find me again."
Hearing this, Song Tingfan stood still, but as she removed the cloth, his body gradually became rigid, and certain voices suddenly echoed in his mind.
Ugly monster, this person is an ugly monster!
So disgusting, so terrifying.
