Chapter 159

I was too timid to let out a scream, but like a rooster with its throat squeezed, I couldn't call.

The footsteps were getting closer, and I heard a soft laugh.

Someone pinched the corner of the quilt and lifted my quilt a little. As more and more cold air poured into the comforter, I felt someone take hold of my sweaty hand.

My whole body shivered, as if my fingertips touched a piece of ice, but I forced myself to calm down instantly.

The cold, ice-like hand grabbed my pinky, and in a matter of seconds, I actually had the illusion that my pinky was frozen.

It was like a frozen icicle that would break when broken.

The hot flashes in my hand were dispersed by his cold; he was like a demon who specializes in sucking the life out of the living, and the temperature of my entire chest was taken away by him.

The sponge earplugs couldn't block out the presence-filled breath, and I heard him spit out clear words.

"Don't you