The once-cozy bedroom was now strewn with white bones, steeped in a thick, dark crimson and a nauseating stench.
It was a scene and scent Ye Linyuan knew all too well. He was long used to it.
But Jiang Qingli, who didn't belong here, was from a completely different world.
A cold, arrogant male voice suddenly echoed in his mind—
"An unnatural, malformed creation like you is utterly unworthy of her."
Images flashed before his eyes, and a dull ache struck him. The fingers of the hand holding the hair tie tightened unconsciously.
Before he could pull his hand back, Jiang Qingli snatched the hair tie and, faster than he could react, threw herself into his arms.
Foul blood stained the hem of her dress.
There wasn't a hint of displeasure in her voice. Instead, she laughed and said, "There, now I'm just as filthy as you are. You don't have to avoid me anymore."
His reptilian, ice-cold body was enveloped in warmth, like a lonely, drifting boat finally reaching shore.
