Howls, curses, pleas, roars...
The cacophony poured into Shi Xiangyun's ears like demonic music, jolting the exhausted girl awake from deep sleep. Her beautiful eyes shifted, and an apricot-yellow gauze Pheobe canopy immediately came into view, adding a few more traces of dazed confusion to her already unfocused gaze.
In her haze, the sobbing and screaming reached her ears again. The many voices made her feel as though she had returned to the night Baoling Marquis Manor was raided—a night of grief, terror, and helplessness.
Shi Xiangyun began to tremble uncontrollably. Feeling about in an attempt to rise, she had barely bent her elbow when it struck an arm as solid as stone.
She froze. As waves of pain coursed through her body, everything from the previous night came rushing back, and her cheeks flushed crimson.
Just as she did not know how to respond, that thick arm wrapped around her and firmly locked her soft, innocent body in its embrace.
Shi Xiangyun grew even more flustered, her mind going blank. She lay muddleheadedly in the man's arms like a little bird, only recovering some of her senses when the shouting outside drew nearer and became exceptionally clear.
She did not dare look at the man beside her and only hesitantly began, "What... what's happening outside?"
"It's nothing. Go back to sleep."
The man answered carelessly, casually placing his fan-sized hand on Xiangyun's abdomen and roaming about with lazy abandon.
Xiangyun's face burned. She raised her little hands, wanting to push him away, yet she could think of no reason to refuse him and could not muster the courage to do so.
Thus, the prison's originally gloomy atmosphere gradually turned tender and intimate.
Unfortunately, the commotion outside was exceptionally tactless. Not only did it fail to subside, it only grew