"Sleep, idiot."
Yu Feng nodded mutely.
No protests.
No pride.
She curled up against the cavern wall, dripping wet and trembling like a dying sparrow.
Su Xiaobai watched her curl back into sleep, head bleeding faintly from smashing it against the wall.
His usual lazy smile disappeared, replaced by a blank stare, as he simply looked at her breathing — curled up pitifully like a stray dog.
That dark blue hair of hers... it wasn't silk.
It had the texture of soft cotton — fluffy, light, like something you could stuff into a cheap pillow.
He had touched it before while smearing herbs on her busted head.
Her face looked peaceful now.
Small nose, long dark lashes, thin lips pressed together tightly — like she was determined to keep every last shred of her dignity from leaking out while sleeping in pisswater.
His gaze wandered down without shame.
Despite looking like a wet rag, she still had a pretty good body.
Young — twenty-seven — but built tough.
