Then, she draped the bright red outer robe over his shoulders, hurriedly stepped back three paces, and, like a startled bird, kept a great distance away from him.
"You seem much better now. I still have things to do, so I'll leave first."
Su Ye swept away the dazed look she'd had when she was stunned by this sickly beauty just moments before.
Now, it was as if she'd seen a demon; all she wanted was to stay as far away from him as possible.
She finished speaking and was about to leave.
But behind her, that person murmured softly,
"Savior."
Those two gentle words landed, and Su Ye didn't dare take another step forward. She stood there stock-still, like a wooden stake.
She didn't dare move forward. She was afraid her legs would get broken off here.
Su Qing.
The male lead of "Evil Emperor," the only protagonist in the entire novel.
She wrote this book clearly for male readers, but it turned out the female fans outnumbered the male ones.
All of it, every reason, was because of this man—Su Qing.
His mother was the most enchanting Holy Daughter of the Snake-man Clan; his father, a once-dominant powerhouse of the Witch Clan.
From those two, came Su Qing, exceptionally gifted and breathtakingly beautiful.
Unfortunately, his birth made his mother despise him and his father scorn him.
The Snake-man Clan hated the Witch Clan blood coursing through him.
At seven, his snake's tail was severed and he was cast out of the Snake-man Clan.
At nine, an elder from the Witch Clan placed a Curse on him—left him trapped between life and death.
At eleven, he was accidentally brought to the Human Realm, but because of his stunning looks, he was nearly ravaged.
At fifteen, he saved an Emperor and was granted the title of Prince.
Now, ten years had passed.
Su Ye knew that in another eight years, he would unite the Seven Clans and rule over the Wangu Continent.
With cruel and ruthless methods, and a mind of cunning and depth.
Every step he took forward would leave in its wake showers of blood and mountains of bones.
This was the male lead she wrote: with the most dazzling beauty, he crafted the most bone-chilling Human Purgatory.
Because of everything Su Qing endured from childhood, what was truth, goodness, and beauty to him? What did honor, righteousness, and integrity even mean? Fuck those things.
All he had was a shattered black heart, hidden beneath the shell of startling beauty.
Back then, when he united the Seven Clans, his path was paved with slaughter, and nothing survived where he passed.
And yet, his people still revered him anyway.
They always believed that only the strongest one could lead them to the pinnacle.
She didn't want to ever meet this thing she'd written—Su Ye just wanted to leave, but she couldn't bring herself to go.
No one understood Su Qing better than her.
Savior?
That kind of nonsense—he only acknowledged it when it suited him.
If she ever pissed him off, her identity as a savior could vanish at any moment.
And did he need a reason to kill someone who wasn't his savior?
No need at all.
Just as she was thinking this, he had already come over.
He reached out and grabbed her sleeve.
His slender hand gently kneaded the cloth of her robe again and again.
Su Qing lowered his eyes, and as he drew near, he caught a whiff of the fragrance on her body.
Mm, she smells nice.
His lips curled into a shallow smile.
"Is my savior not going to tell me your name?"
Su Ye had her back to him, forcing herself to steady her breath.
"Th-that's not important. It's, um, already so late—I have to go home."
Her speech grew more and more stuttered.
Su Qing's brows rose slightly. Being this close, he could clearly sense her change.
She'd just been staring at him, unable to look away—how did she suddenly turn into this awkward, desperate-to-leave mess?
His smile deepened. He gave her sleeve a little tug, a bit harder this time.
"Oh? Is that so?"
As he smiled, the blood-red Lycoris radiata at the corner of his eyes grew even more seductive.
For a while, all she could do was awkwardly squeeze out a reply,
"Mm."
He pulled on her sleeve and stepped closer to Su Ye, narrowing the distance between them even further.
Su Qing towered above her; she couldn't even reach his chin.