115 The Institute (56)

Chu Yi felt the danger around him slowly closing in, like sinking into a deep mire, unable to speak, unable to escape, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss until only the unfathomable darkness was left. His breaths came out in stuttered gasps, the lingering taste of smoke and blood still present on the tip of his tongue, cold fingers deliberately pressing against the swollen and red petals.

Goldeyes narrowed into dark slits, a strange smile slowly rising at the corner of his lips. Soft heated white mist tickled against Ruan Quixi's skin, like a charming fox lightly stepping on the tip of his heart. The flesh under his fingers was warm and moist, sending numbing shock that traveled from his fingertips straight to his head. It was as if every cell inside his body was shaking with dark anticipation.

A soft chuckle broke out in the ambiguous silence, the man's eyes seemed to glow with a heavy, sticky emotion that sought to devour Chu Yi into his stomach.