When he turned to the little sea otter and the bun, the suffocating feeling of oppression miraculously dissipated, replaced by a tenderness that was almost doting.
The slender fingers hovered above the fluff, and the condensed ice crystals reflected a rainbow-like halo.
"Why are you shaking?"
His voice was suddenly filled with human emotions, completely different from before.
Blore kept his eyes fixed on the other man.
He found that the other party was clearly talking to Sea Otter, but his eyes were always looking at Ma Tuan.
But Ma Tuan didn't seem to notice.
Or rather, his focus wasn't there.
What Ma Tuan noticed was that when the strange visitor said the above words, a layer of frost quietly formed on the surface of all the glassware in the tavern.
But soon Ma Tuan only felt a flash before his eyes, and the man's slender fingers were already hovering three inches above the little sea otter's fur - he didn't even see how the other party moved, as if a frame of time had been deliberately cut off.
The ice crystals condensed on the fingertips reflected a hazy rainbow, casting tiny spots of light in Ma Tuan's pupils.
"Oh..."
A light laugh escaped from the man's throat, as if he had seen through Ma Tuan's momentary trance.
The laughter had the sticky texture of honey, drawing long, thin silver threads in the air.
He clearly noticed Ma Tuan's surprise, but pretended to be nonchalant, gently teasing the little sea otter's chin with his fingertips.
"As for my lovely..."
The ending tone is dragged out very long, as if savoring the flavor of each word.
He suddenly raised his eyes and looked directly at Ma Tuan, his heterochromatic pupils emitting an inhuman luster in the shadows.
"Azathoth's Dream Pearl?"
The sentence was broken down into syllables that stuck together like melted taffy.
When he said the word "pearl", the tip of his tongue deliberately vibrated on his palate, making a subtle sound of water, almost like a kiss.
"Good evening..."
The last three words turned into a wisp of white mist with a cold fragrance, lingering around Ma Tuan's earlobe.
The mist penetrated into the ear canal as if it had life, causing a slight tremor on the eardrum.
Ma Tuan could even feel the other person's cold breath brushing against the sensitive area behind his ear - the distance of this greeting had long gone beyond the scope of politeness.
Blore looked at Matuan in a daze. He suddenly didn't know which direction to go.
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