"Axuan!"
In a daze, Lu Fengxuan felt herself falling into an embrace filled with a sense of security.
Added to the man's tender and familiar voice was a hint of panic that lingered in her ears, along with the warmth of his breath brushing past.
"Brother Ayin..."
Taking it to be a dream, Lu Fengxuan raised her arms to hug his neck, her little face burying into him, rubbing against it with utmost grievance.
"I don't want to draw blood, it hurts so much... I'm scared of pain..."
Yu Chiyin heard her faint, mosquito-like plaintive whisper and felt a sharp arrow pierce his chest, causing him to involuntarily curl up slightly, his arms holding her even tighter.
"No more, whoever dares to draw another drop of blood from you will pay with their life!"
His aura was fierce, his words forceful and resounding, carrying a sharp, bloodthirsty gentleness, as his long and cold eyes swept over Amu both protectively and threateningly.
