"What's the matter?" Qu Tan'er rolled her eyes at him, unable to understand his motives.
"Found it on you."
"Wha... small, small, cockroach... ah." Qu Tan'er's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she watched him move his hand away from the candlelight, struggling in his pristine palm was... a cockroach?! Her next reaction, after screaming, was to spring away, desperate to maintain a distance from Mo Liancheng.
"Cockroach?" Mo Liancheng squinted slightly, looking oddly at the cockroach he held in his hand, intrigued by her recent nickname for it.
"You, you, where did you find it, it, it is the cockroach." Qu Tan'er shivered all over, so frightened she could hardly speak clearly. She had always been terrified of cockroaches, and flying ones were even worse—whether the one in Mo Liancheng's hand could fly, she currently had no mood to care.
"I just said, I took it from you."