Lin Yunxiu’s hand was accustomed to gripping a sword hilt—rough and scorching. If he wished, Xingyu would be unable to break free even if she used all her strength. For the first time in her life, she felt a sense of confinement that followed her like a shadow. She bit her lip involuntarily, holding her breath in tension.
The slight sting from the calluses on his knuckles felt like an omen, as if her skin and flesh were being slowly ensnared by him, tightened bit by bit, only to be swallowed whole, bones and all.
Suddenly, Lin Yunxiu curled his lips, shattering the drifting tension in the air and making Xingyu wonder if the damp, intrusive sensation he had just brought upon her was merely an illusion.
Chapter 231