Chi Yun didn't know why he'd frantically shaken everyone off and run like a madman toward Jiang Qingli.
His head was splitting, as if a steel rod were churning inside his skull, shredding his nerves and stealing his breath. The pain was like a divine curse.
Instinct told him to find his female master.
Only his female master could save him...
But why was the first person he thought of not Bai Yiyi, with whom he was supposedly in love, but Jiang Qingli?
It was like an instinct coded into his very genes.
As he crawled toward that figure, Chi Yun heard the girl speaking in a clear, sweet voice.
He suddenly remembered that Jiang Qingli used to be like this with him.
The proud Miss Jiang had always trailed behind him like a little shadow, calling his name in a soft voice, accepting all of his revulsion and resistance without complaint.
He'd been utterly disgusted by it before, but now he found himself uncontrollably drawn to it.
An intense craving surged within Chi Yun.
