Inside the Warlord's Palace!
"Rustle ~~"
A cold wind slipped through the suffocating dark, caressing skin like a lover with icy hands.
A man was on top of a woman. His weight pinning her down. Her hands braced against his chest. Their stained clothes hugging tightly, damp with sweat, blood, and who-knows-what else.
Blood pooled between her legs.
Or rather… beneath them, seeping from the floor itself—muddy, sticky, and thick with the stench of iron and rot.
Zhu Qing's face was a storm cloud. Wet. Filthy. Pinned by a smirking fool whose breath was far too close to hers. And this fool? He was still grinning like they'd just rolled out of bed after a night of passion instead of crashing into this gods-forsaken death pit.
They didn't even know when—or if—they'd die here.
And he thought this was the time to joke?
"Mind letting go?" Su Xiaobai asked, his voice tinged with dry amusement, as if he weren't the one sprawled on top of her.
