Behind Shadow Moon Palace, the Forbidden Cold Pool.
This wasn't a bath—it was a full-scale "execution" scene.
Li An wanted to die right now. He was locked in Ye Shuying's arms at the waist, half-forcibly pressed into the pool water that reached his waist. His black crane cloak had been rudely tossed onto the shore, and the thin white silk inner garment on his body, soaked with water, clung to him like a second skin, outlining the youth's slender yet resilient waistline.
What made him most mortified was that the pair of snow-white tiger ears, dampened with water, hung limply in his hair, so heavy he couldn't retract them at all. They could only tremble with his rapid breathing, looking exactly like two drowned chicks.
"Ye Shuying! Let go! I have my own hands!" Li An flailed in the water, splashing droplets that blurred his vision.
"Don't move." Ye Shuying's voice sounded low and magnetic in the cold mist, carrying an undeniable obsession.
