Yun Jiao's face suddenly changed as she watched the man being torn to pieces by the Tibetan Mastiff, his internal organs spilling all over the floor... The strong smell of blood filled her nostrils, making her body stiff, her hands and feet cold, and her whole body as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

His breathing became increasingly rapid, his face became paler, and his body trembled uncontrollably...

From childhood to adulthood, I have never seen such a cruel scene.

The man is dead.

Finally, after his throat was bitten by the Tibetan Mastiff and he was tortured to death, he finally died. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot. This scene was deeply imprinted in Yun Jiao's mind...

"Why do you look so unhappy?" Ling Che stroked her cheek and asked distressedly, "Don't you like this Tibetan Mastiff?"

He gently picked her up, held her in his arms, patted her back, and coaxed her:

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid. I was just trying to scare you. Why are you so timid?"

With a glance, the guards tactfully carried the cage away, quickly cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground, and soon restored everything to its original state.

But that scene remained in Yun Jiao's heart, casting a shadow that could not be shaken off.

Go back to the house.

After a very long time, her hands were still cold and without any temperature. He held her hands and used his body temperature to warm her. He would lower his head and breathe on her from time to time, showing great tenderness and consideration.

He has that evil, unruly and handsome face. When he is in a good mood, he can say anything nice and he is very patient.

When he is in a bad temper, he will kill people without shedding blood and eat people without blinking an eye.

Yun Jiao saw his two extreme faces and felt that he looked particularly sinister and terrifying.

It took her a long time to find her own voice:

"I...I should go..."

Ling Che paused and stopped, the smile in his eyes gradually faded. He looked up at her and said:

"I'm not very patient."

Yun Jiao's breathing quickened, as if she heard a threat in his words. Coupled with what happened just now, her body temperature couldn't help but turn cold.

"I……"

Looking into his cold eyes, it was like a deep pool from which a wild beast could jump out and devour her. She dared not say the words that were on her lips.

"I... am a little sleepy..."

These four words made his eyes smile again. He carried her to the bed in the inner room and said, "Your hands are very cold. I'm afraid you can't keep them warm by yourself. I'll sleep with you for a while."

Her body suddenly tensed up, "I'm not in the habit of sleeping with others!"

"It's okay, you'll get used to it after sleeping a few more times."

He put her down, grabbed the quilt to cover both of them, kicked off his shoes, and nimbly got in, holding her in his arms.

She was nervous and alert, her body was extremely tense, and even her breathing was cautious.

He slept well, hugged her, closed his eyes, and soon his breathing became even.

Yun Jiao had no desire to sleep, and was even very upset. She just wanted to stay away from him, but as soon as she moved, he opened his eyes, looked at her, and said:

"I'm a light sleeper."

In short, even when he was asleep, he knew whatever she did.

Yun Jiao lowered her eyes in a panic and smiled palely, "Is that so? Then I'll go to sleep first."

She turned over, facing away from him, and closed her eyes, but she was not sleepy at all. Her nerves were tense and she was concentrating on the person behind her.

As long as he moved the slightest, or did anything, she would immediately pull out the hairpin in her hair and fight back.