Her tears fell on Tianlong's golden hand. The drops ran down his pale skin, mixing with the tea and the saliva. Her slender body trembled on his lap. Her bare breast heaved.
Tianlong looked at her. At her tear-streaked face. At her raw, wet nipple. At her trembling body. At her dark, desperate eyes.
He looked at Lin Feng. At the broken man in the doorway, his fist pounding the floor, his master's voice in his ring, his despair absolute.
He looked at Jin Wuchen. At the sect leader's clenched fists, his cracked armrests, his lowered head.
He smiled.
The smile was small. Knowing. The smile of a being who had seen this scene before — in another world, in another story, with another Lin Feng and another princess and another sect leader. The smile of a being who knew how the story ended.
And the system — the system he had thought had vanished when he descended to this world — pulsed. The notification hovered in his vision.
|| [ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]||
|| Fate Value update:||
