As the Turtle Demoness spoke these snickering words, Li Meirong blinked a pair of limpid onyx eyes once, twice, then rubbed her eyelids just to be sure she wasn't imagining what she was seeing. Gradually opening her eyes once more, she stared, practically hypnotized by the sight.
The image before her had been painfully imprinted into her brain, inducing her to conclude that it was unquestionably not an illusion.
There were two overgrown men locked together in an ambiguous position on the bed. On her bed, to be precise. One of them, she instantly recognized, as for the other, he was a complete stranger.
Senior Zhu Qingyue, her teacher, the man who had just recently returned after having disappeared for countless months, was straddling this unknown male, his body pressed ambiguously upon the man below. His knee-length silvery hair cascaded onto his sides and veiled the person beneath him.
