In a dim, damp secret chamber, a man knelt on the ground. His skin was flushed red, his body convulsed violently, and white froth spewed from his mouth as though he had been struck by a deadly poison. He struggled to lift his head, glaring at Su Shenyun before him, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.
Just moments ago, he thought he had gotten his wish and was violently venting his frustrations on Su Shenyun. But a sudden feeling of suffocation had snapped him out of his dream. Upon awakening, he discovered he was on his knees, his large hands gripping not Su Shenyun's slender waist, but his own neck. Su Shenyun's clothes were perfectly intact, and he had somehow even unlocked the iron shackles on her wrists without realizing it.
