Shen Yangge felt weak all over. Struggling to breathe, he opened his mouth wide and gasped for air.
[Punishment has begun. Duration: fifteen days.]
System, what the hell kind of punishment is this?!
System 615 hesitated. [Host, this seems to be another unusual one called skin hunger punishment. Hurry and find someone to hold hands with, or you'll suffocate to death!]
Fuck.
Why were his punishments always so bizarre? Why couldn't it be electric shocks, a water dungeon, or burning!
He refused to accept this punishment.
Shen Yangge wanted to cry but had no tears. He braced one hand against a red pillar, his hair slightly disheveled and his lips moist and glossy. The hand resting against the pillar was slender and beautiful.
He bent slightly at the waist, exposing a small stretch of pale skin at the back of his neck. His pretty toes were bare to the air, his feet gracefully shaped, like jade or porcelain that might shatter at a touch.
His body trembled faintly, shaky gasps escaping his mouth as he struggled for breath. His vision gradually blurred until he could no longer see the path along the covered walkway, and his ears began to ring.
Just as the world was about to drag him into utter silence, a voice abruptly broke through.
"Shen Zhuanxie."
Someone caught his wrist and forcibly turned him around. Shen Yangge's blurred vision cleared, and the world regained its brightness in that instant. His lashes lowered, then suddenly lifted.
"Chu Xuanzhen?"
He murmured the name in a daze, then suddenly realized that he had committed an outrageous offense by addressing the Crown Prince by name. Now he really was going to suffocate!
But he had already said it. All he could do was find a way to salvage the