Chapter 226: The State of Being Barely Clothed

At that time, his face looked particularly calm. But when he saw her cry out in pain, a faint light flickered in his eyes.

Jasmine Yale, unable to bear the pain, bent down and bit him hard on the shoulder.

Sylvan Cheney frowned and glanced at her.

"This will teach you a lesson," she grumbled defiantly.

The pain was so intense, and he sat there as if watching a comedy.

Sylvan Cheney smiled slightly, his fingers lifting her chin, "Bite me? You are fiercer than the wolfhound we just encountered. Aren't you?"

"I never learn my lesson. If I see a wolfhound again, I'm still going to run," she retorted stubbornly.

"Fine. Next time, I'll be there to identify your body," he said apathetically with an air of cold-bloodedness.

Having said that, Sylvan Cheney straightened up and sat down beside her.

Still angry, she purposely sat at a distance.

At that moment, a cool breeze hit her face, the crowd at the bus stop was dwindling.