"Pretty girl, come out and play with me!"
A man suspected to suffer from a mental illness drooled and laughed maniacally, reaching out to grab Ji Manman, who was hiding behind Yan Shuirou.
But his thoughts seemed entirely different from those of a normal person. Even though Yan Shuirou scrambled desperately to dodge to the side, he didn't think of turning around to grab Ji Manman, whom he was fixated on. Instead, his hands aimlessly tugged at Shuirou's clothes while his gaze entirely bypassed her, repeatedly shouting for the pretty girl.
"Let go, let go of me!"
In the blink of an eye, the oversized sweater Yan Shuirou was wearing was yanked halfway off unexpectedly. Her delicate, fragrant shoulders came into contact with the chilly autumn air, immediately breaking out in goosebumps.
