1089 Muir, Don't Leave (3)

Males' senses weren't comparable. Muir was still groggy in the earlier moment, but at the next moment, he had completely recovered his clarity and happened to hear Bai Qingqing's last line clearly.

His body shook intensely. Roast chicken…

Although he had no idea what "chicken" was, he knew that Bai Qingqing liked to eat roasted birds that had their wings broken off. He reckoned that they were similar to each other.

He immediately realized that he was being regarded with disdain. Opening his eyes, the memories from before he fell unconscious rapidly returned to him. The great pain in his black eyes was instantly replaced by panic, and there was even a hint of despair.

Why didn't he die? How was he supposed to face Bai Qingqing now? It was fine to say that he was weak, but he really didn't dare to face Bai Qingqing. He didn't dare to face the fact that she might despise him.