The man standing in the window had a tall, slender figure and short black hair. His face was so exquisite and handsome it was as if he had been meticulously carved by the Beast God.
The pearly moonlight cast over him, leaving half his face hidden in shadow and the other bathed in light, making him look like a cross between a demon and an Angel.
The red eyes hidden in the shadows stared at him, devoid of emotion.
Being watched like that, Jing Fan felt his fur stand on end. His small body froze in place, not daring to move an inch.
Jing Fan was filled with dread.
'Why is the Young City Lord here in the middle of the night?'
'What does he want to do to Su Yu?'
Lan Qi stared at the small figure crouching by the entrance. He raised a slender, jade-like finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.
Shhh.
All thoughts of resistance vanished from Jing Fan's mind. He remained crouching under the Beast Skin curtain, completely motionless.
