The night grew deep, yet the Hidden Blade Pavilion remained brilliantly lit.
Li An was swaddled inside Su Ci's crimson cloak sweaty, scorching, and suffocating. He had gone completely numb. He had assumed these two brothers would simply toss him onto a bed and be done with it, but Su Ci's train of thought was racing like a wild stallion, practically kicking up sparks in the silent, snowy night.
"Mo, did you see how it bit you? Such sharp teeth... it's definitely untamed." Su Ci strode forward with exuberant energy, a mischievous glint dancing in his almond-shaped eyes. "Look at this white fur; it's all stained with slush and dust. If we take it to bed like this, won't its sickly master be heartbroken when he returns tomorrow? Come on, let's take it to the Spirit Spring for a 'bath' first!"
Li An snapped his head up. His pale blue pupils constricted into dangerous, thin slits, shimmering with a look of pure, incredulous fury.
