Chapter 73: Mirror oh mirror, who is the most handsome devil of all?

Mingshen's brows piqued with a bewitching appeal. "Spicy, you could have just told me if you wished to squeeze our bodies together in a comforting and passionate embrace. But you feigning to fall on top of me like this is enchanting on a whole different level~"

She threw daggers at him, cursing her luck once again. "Stop spouting nonsense! As if I was feigning anything. Something caught my ankle…"

She looked back and turned speechless. A rough, bloodied hand mutilated at its wrist had clasped on to Jia's ankle with its fingers. It was a classic, spooky act of terrifying a visitor by secretly grabbing their leg and scaring the living daylights out of them.

"..."

Ah come on! When did that hand appear?