150 Blossoming Red

I saw Mr. Fu's eyes burnt in excitement as they reddened like a hunter aiming at his prey. My heart recoiled in return. I reflexively drew back and tried to pull my hand away. Yet, he only tightened his grip. It felt as if he wished to bind our hands together. But, his strength was too much for me to sustain. It felt like he was crushing my bones instead.

I furrowed my brows under the intensifying pain. Though deep down my nerves were screaming in agony, my face remained placid. I wasn't willing to show my weak side to the enemy. Though I still shot the maniac demon a defensive look.

"We can talk without holding hands," I sternly rebuked him. Even I could hear the displeasure lacing my voice.

Yet, my defiance only seemed to stimulate the smile on his face. His eyes turned almost bloodshot out of passion. My already weak heart jolted upon seeing his reaction. At this moment, I realized, something was wrong. Something was strange about this man.