Where did this smell of blood come from? Juan-gege? Well, there were only two people here, and Mu Yuze was positive that he was not injured. So that left only one possibility.
His heart abruptly sank into his stomach, and the intense flutter he had been feeling tonight faded, replaced with a sinking dread at the notion that He Juan might be hurt. It must have been quite severe, given how Mu Yuze could catch a whiff of it from where he was sitting.
Brows furrowed, he was dead set to confirm his suspicion. Taking advantage of the moment when He Juan had his guard lowered, he inched closer, his hand reaching out toward He Juan…
…only for it to be caught squarely before he could act on his intentions.
