Looking at Jiang Pengji's side profile, Wei Ci's heart was a mess.
Like a ferocious, bloodthirsty beast that ate human flesh, she stared at his fragile neck. There was some minced meat in between its white teeth and its drool was dripping down. Its nose could smell the stench and the shadow of death shrouded him. He thought that he was going to die, but in the next second, she became a white cat that could fit in his palm and it meowed gently at him…
That was probably an illusion.
"But why do I feel like you're deliberately putting your guard up against me? Do I look like I eat humans, like Rakshasa?" Jiang Pengji asked innocently. Puzzled, she cupped her cheeks in her hands, a tiny smile hanging on the corner of her lips.
Of course, that was also limited to the illusion.
Wei Ci suppressed his mind and became nervous, as if he was confronted by a formidable enemy. However, he spoke calmly on the outside.