The voice was right next to Fu min's ear. She could even feel the man's breath on her neck. The breath was light and had a faint fragrance.
Just as Fu Shang was about to turn around, he stopped in his tracks and remained in his original position with his back straight.
Madam?
What Madam? Who was the madam?
And ... Was this person a human or a ghost?
Question after question popped up in Fu Shang's mind.
The big hand on her back did not leave. It slowly moved down her back until it clasped her waist.
The temperature of the person behind him was extremely low, and his fingertips were as cold as ice. Even with a layer of cloth between them, he could not help but shiver.
It felt extremely strange.
"Let go of me, you lecher!" Fu Shang gritted his teeth.
She didn't dare to make any big movements, for fear of making any noise that would attract the two killers back.
The other party's brows twitched and he let out a chuckle.