Chapter 125: Quench thirst
Xu Si’s eyes twinkled with mirth as she lifted her gaze to Pei Zhen’s porcelain chin. Leaning against him, utterly spent and relaxed, she uttered words that were unexpectedly bizarre.
In the vast, empty confinement cell, layers of steam swirled and unfurled, creating a scene both hazy and wild.
Rusty water trickled ceaselessly.
Pei Zhen held her, his eyes abruptly lifting. He felt as if the blood in his veins was slowly freezing solid. Indifferent, he leaned his head back, his ash-gray eyes, exceptionally probing, met hers—those slightly upturned, shimmering eyes—flawlessly.
Their gazes locked, neither flinching away. With avid, secret madness, they explored the sordid darkness within each other. Phantom fireworks flickered and danced in the dim, haphazard light.
Xu Si lifted her slender, fragile wrist, a network of fine blue veins visible beneath the skin, and held it to his handsome lips.
"Want a taste?"
The sight of blood hidden beneath thin skin met his eyes. Pei Zhen’s throat worked, and he closed his eyes.
After a long moment, he curved his bewitching eyes, his voice hoarse, "You know everything? Is it truly disgusting?"
"...Of course," Xu Si swallowed with difficulty, burying her face completely against him. Her hand remained by his lips, her shoulders shaking violently as if lost in thought.
In the pale, dim light, his laughter was unrestrained. Whenever his lips chanced to brush her delicate wrist, the woman in his embrace would stiffen.
Is she crying?