Hours later, when she had resorted to drinking filthy water like a dying dog, he returned.
Dragging behind him the corpse of what could generously be called a wolf — if wolves were mangy, skeletal creatures with mange and suicidal tendencies.
"There's a path ahead," Su Xiaobai said coolly, tossing the carcass onto the ground with a wet slap. "After we stuff ourselves, we can go sightseeing."
Yu Feng, shivering in her ripped, body-hugging robe, misread everything.
Was... was he helping her out of kindness?
Was this... a confession hidden behind rough words?
Was he saving her because he loved her?
No.
Not even close.
Su Xiaobai needed a meat shield.
He needed bait.
He needed a portable pussy with a heartbeat in case things got really desperate.
If things got ugly, he already planned it: Yu Feng in front, wolf bites her tits off, I run. Simple.
