Forest Elves are more terrifying than I'd imagined, Ling's voice chimed softly in Xuefeng's mind, the tone laced with caution. Given your predicament, there's nothing you can do. This immobilization is likely a Spirit Art unique to their kind. Best not to anger her further.
Xuefeng's next thought was tinged with wry bitterness. Thanks for that observation, Sherlock. Really helpful.
My name is Ling, not Sherlock. No thanks required. She replied like a machine, completely missing his sarcasm.
At that moment, the Elf Queen's cool fingers resumed their taunting exploration. A low groan of frustration escaped Xuefeng's lips as she toyed with him, too firmly pinned to resist. "A-ah… Okay," he hissed through gritted teeth. "You can stop now…"
