"Get up. Are you addicted to crying or something?"
Shen Lang couldn't stand seeing women cry. The moment he saw the silver-haired girl's tear-streaked face, he found it unbearable.
Who would have thought that as soon as he said that, the silver-haired girl, who had just been weeping uncontrollably, would immediately pounce on him, grab his arm, and refuse to let go.
"I'm more than happy to have a beautiful woman throw herself at me, but could you please not dig your nails into my arm... Look, look! It's bleeding!" Shen Lang winced in pain.
"Young Master, my name is Alice. I am the Blood Race Saintess. Let me tell you everything I know..." Alice said timidly.
