"How... how did you get in here?"
Wang Zhao stood there with his eyes wide, legs pressed together, arms shielding his chest, like some decent young man about to be violated.
"And where are my clothes?"
Whether by coincidence or something else, a cool breeze swept past.
Wang Zhao could not help but shiver all over again, staring at Bibi Dong and Die with a face full of terror.
The two women standing opposite him froze for a moment before instantly turning around.
"Y-you... why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"
Bibi Dong asked instinctively.
"???"
Wang Zhao opened his mouth, lowered his head slightly, then raised it again. Only then did he calm down somewhat.
His clothes had probably been corroded away by the energy of that strange Blood Cocoon when it completely wrapped around him.
That meant Bibi Dong and Die had likely been standing guard over him just now.
Wang Zhao glanced out the window.
"It's morning? Don't tell me several days have already passed?"
he continued.
"No. Exactly one night."
It was Die who answered.
"Have you put your clothes on?"
"...I'm putting them on."
As Wang Zhao spoke, he casually grabbed a set of clothes from beside him and began dressing. Then, he suddenly met the gaze of his reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall.
The person in the mirror looked like a young man. His eyes were crystalline, like peerless gemstones, while his slightly bewitching vertical pupils revealed an indescribable pressure. His silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, gleaming with luster. He had handsome features and fair skin, and there was even a faint, majestic righteousness between his brows. It inspired affection and reverence at the same time.
Simply put, he was a handsome young man with considerable dignity.
"This... is me?"