C38 Walking God

Yu Se stared at the shadow hovering over her meal. Mo Jingyao's tall and straight figure moved from behind her to her side. Within a few seconds, his arm was only a few millimeters from her body–just as they had been when they had slept on the same bed last night. Although being near him was calming, that was before he had woken up. Now, his very presence became unnerving.

"I–I don't know you..