Qin Ruan clearly felt heat in the places where Third Master's fingertips had touched her.
Huo Yunjiao looked as if he had done nothing, his expression both cultured and scholarly, every inch the gentleman.
He raised his hand and patted Qin Ruan on the head as if dealing with a troublesome child, "Are you scared now?"
Qin Ruan looked up, meeting the coldness in the man's eyes, recalling those thin lips that carried an ambiguous smile.
A sense of unease inexplicably filled her heart, a keen instinct for unknown dangers.
Qin Ruan nodded subconsciously, promising aloud, "Next time someone bullies me, I'll definitely seek help from Third Brother to vent my anger."
Gone was the formal address of Third Master; her pleasant voice sweetly calling out "Third Brother."
Qin Ruan's survival instinct kicked in, knowing now was the time to say whatever was pleasing, choosing words the other party liked to hear, certain nothing would go wrong.