Su Xiaobai stared at her.
His mind blank.
Their bodies remained tangled, skin pressed against skin, but something shifted.
He slightly pulled back, his still-throbbing hot beast slipping from her moist lubricated cave, and below him—
A mixture of red and white pooled between her soft, trembling thighs.
Blood. Essence.
Their bodies intertwined completely.
And yet, the rain had stopped.
All of it...As if the storm itself had frozen in time.
"Huh?"
He blinked.
The droplets—
They stuck in the air.
Suspended. Defying gravity. Unmoving. Perfectly still.
Like a teardrops frozen in time.
His own reflection flickered in one of the droplets, perfectly still before his eyes. Su Xiaobai's gaze flickered, staring at the droplet, then at the thousands surrounding them.
No.
Not thousands.
All of them.
The entire storm had halted mid-fall.
His chest tightened...It felt like time itself had stopped—
But no...The wind was still moving.
This wasn't time manipulation.
