Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 73

It was raining heavily and the night in Wen City was windy and cold.

Xue Yu sat on the man's arm, with muscles on the sides of his legs as hard as rocks, clearly defined. Compared with his hands and feet which were almost the same as Mi Doufu's, there was a world of difference between them.

He had never sat on someone's arm like this before, and was afraid of falling, so he grabbed the evil spirit's clothes with two fingers, secretly, and thought he hadn't been discovered.

Their physiques are too unequal. If it weren't for the huge disparity in strength, Xue Yu wouldn't have been so cowardly as to just grab the person's clothes. He would have used that hand to beat the person.

He is just not very good, but he still knows himself well.

There is no resistance.

In many cases, resistance will anger the murderer and result in even more severe treatment.

Xue Yu quietly lowered his eyes to the ground.

As if he had done something bad and didn't dare to look at the person, nor did he dare to look at the phone, he asked in a low voice: "Are you going to kill me?"

"Kill you?"

The man was still feeling the touch on his hand, which was as comfortable as touching ice cubes on a hot summer day. When he heard this, he was surprised in his hoarse voice: "How could it be? Don't you understand? If I wanted to do something to you, I would have done it two days ago."

How could he bear to kill Xue Yu.

So cute, and he even knew to video chat with the police when they caught him. He’s not stupid either, knowing he can’t be beaten, so he didn’t struggle at all. He’s comfortable to hold, and it feels even better when he’s sweating.

Even if he killed himself, he would never kill Xue Yu.

Xue Yu moved his fingers stiffly, without any relief. He said in a muffled voice, bluffing: "Then you better think about it carefully. Let me go. Sooner or later, I will help the police catch you."

Because he knew his own weight and felt guilty, his voice was so soft that not a single threatening tone could be heard.

"You bunch of losers?" The man taunted, not making any comment: "Catch me if you want, but don't stay up so late tomorrow. You're still growing. I'll come by in a few days and bring you a few bottles of milk."

"?" What is he suddenly doing?

Xue Yu, who was wearing the shell of a high school student, blushed. Every inch of his skin became hot when being held by the rough big hand. His mouth turned red like ripe fruit due to the shame. He pinched his palm and finally squeezed out a voice with difficulty after a long while: "No."

Even though the man was covering his face, he could tell he didn't agree: "Why? Don't you like milk?"

"Even if you don't like to drink, you have to cover your nose. You are too picky about food. You don't like vegetables and you don't eat much meat. You will always stay this small. Although you are very cute and I like you very much, you are easily bullied. And every time you have a physical examination..."

Xue Yu: "..."

His eyelashes fluttered in embarrassment, and mist formed in his eyes. He was so eager to interrupt this strange conversation that he even ignored the fact that the other party knew his eating habits very well. He interrupted before he even finished the second half of the sentence, "...I'm not growing anymore!"