C438 Chapter 438

Gritting her teeth and forcing herself to endure it, Moh Yao fought back a laugh as she stared at her poor wrist. “Then… could you let go of me first?”

Her talisman wasn’t doing a thing to him. What even was he? What kind of monster was this?

Moh Rui didn’t release her until he’d checked—again and again—that Moh Yao wasn’t going to run