Nitocris looked at Xing Han's father.
He studied him intensely through half-open eyelids, and he said as Zack and Yuri searched the house, "On account that you are his father, I am not going to hurt you."
He ran his eyes over everyone else in the room, and the gaze he gave was like a Supreme King looking down on ants, "Or the rest of you. No matter what, you are his family and he loves you."
Then, Nitocris's eyes became even colder, "But that does not mean I will allow you to hurt him any further."
Zhènlín found himself unable to breathe, the oppressive aura coming out from the man in front of him subdued him in ways he never thought possible. Any sort of thought to retort back, or resist, was quashed before it even started.
Zhènlín gulped.
How could this man, be his son's lover?
How could this man, actually like men?
