Han Yi's emotions remained gloomy until night fell, when Han Jiaojiao nestled into his arms and fell asleep. Looking at her sweet sleeping face, the oppression in his heart lightened somewhat.
He had been toying with her for a long time last night, and he should have let her be today. But as soon as he closed his eyes, he remembered those fragments from his dreams, remembered her cry of pain with that pale, tear-streaked face. A bloody hatred and a twisted excitement welled up inside him, and he couldn't help but hold her tight—
Han Jiaojiao let out a soft whimper.
She was awakened by his excitement, completely at a loss as to what was going on with her brother, only feeling that he seemed to be stimulated by something tonight. Before she could think deeply, her body had already reacted, and without the strength to consider, she clung to his shoulders, murmuring unconsciously.
A night of absurdity…
