In his groggy state, Zheng Xiu felt a warm, soft touch furtively caressing his face.
It felt like a hand.
On closer inspection, it felt more like a steamed bun.
Then again, it was like a little kitten secretly giving his face a wet lick before stealing away like a thief, leaving a complete mess behind.
Zheng Xiu opened his eyes. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart, rendering him unable to move.
In the darkness, a figure in pale yellow quietly receded, walking up a set of stairs.
Zheng Xiu tried to sit up, but the searing pain made him suck in a sharp breath, not daring to move again.
'That damn Xie is fucking ruthless.'
Zheng Xiu cursed inwardly. The events that had transpired on the dome were still vivid in his memory.
Zheng Xiu would have felt bad cursing Feng Bei, but he felt no pressure at all cursing Xie Luohe.
After all, they weren't the same person.
