Snowflakes on Her Hand

"What the heck? Why do I feel this?" Feng Qing thought in her heart.

At this moment, she was in the arms of Netherworld, and Netherworld's two hands were still hugging her. As long as she was willing, she could sprinkle a handful of poison powder behind Netherworld's mask and take this King of Killers' life.

Feng Qing's ears twitched. She wanted to hear how Netherworld's heartbeat was at this moment. Was it fear, panic, or calmness? What surprised her was that she still couldn't hear Netherworld's heartbeat. It was as if the person hugging her was not a person but a corpse. Even in the man's arms, she couldn't feel any aura from him.