Pei Shaoqing and Liu Yuheng had just entered the dungeon when, before they even reached the cell door, they heard a strange sound.
They both stopped in their tracks.
Their eyes met for a moment before they quickly looked away.
"Young Master, the Shaking Light Saintess..." Listening to the obscene sounds, Liu Yuheng's pretty face flushed blood-red.
"Perhaps we're overthinking things," Pei Shaoqing said calmly, quickening his pace toward the cell.
After a moment's hesitation, Liu Yuheng followed him.
But when they saw the scene inside the cell clearly...
They both froze on the spot.
Well, they hadn't been overthinking it. It was exactly what they'd imagined.
Bound by silk ribbons, the Shaking Light Saintess was writhing on the ground. Her pale cheeks were flushed a sunset crimson, her brow was slick with sweat, her eyes were glazed over, and her expression was a mask of twisted agony.
