Zhu Qingyue's fingers were moving down the earlobe of the boy in her arms and then began to caress the side of his neck.
Her actions seemed nothing short of taking advantage of the situation, but she didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about it. Quite the opposite, she was boldly harassing him.
Humph, it was his own fault for passing out in front of her! This was entirely due to his own carelessness.
Just then, Zhu Qingyue suddenly stopped her movements and looked ahead as if she sensed something.
Above the opposite corridor, the anguished and twisted face of an old man—originally embedded there like a relief—was slowly smoothing out, becoming gentle and softened. The contours of Song Deshou's face were also slowly dissolving, fading and disappearing;
At the same time, Zhu Qingyue felt the ground nearby and the surrounding walls begin to vibrate intensely.
