Death game

"Well? What do you think?"

Lian obediently walked beside Hunter continuously apologising to Ding in his mind.

"Lian? Are you okay?"

Lian swallowed hard before replying in a low but audible voice," Am fine. What are you doing here?"

Hunter interjected before Ding could reply," He's here to help me out."

"Help?"

Hunter slid his arm around Lian's waist and pressed him against his figure. Lian saw this and grit his teeth in anger but dared not speak up.

Lian, feeling disgusted by the sudden intimacy, tried to wiggle himself free but Hunter's grip on him tightened as his expression turned cold, warning him against his actions.

"Get your filthy hands off him!"

"Why should I? He's decided to be mine."

Ding's eyes widened in shock," No... no... he wouldn't..."

Lian sighed silently, Indeed I wouldn't please don't believe the words this person is saying.