As the day turned colder and darker, Xueyao once again wondered where he went to. Caging her once again with one of his barriers as if she would be that daring enough to want to face a backlash from the demonic spell he bound her with.
She didn't touch the medicine and food he prepared for her but she was more than comfortable eating the fruits and veggies.
At least none of this had to be pressured under his fire to become what they shouldn't be.
Xueyao sighed as she plopped another piece of juicy tangerine inside her mouth. Come to think of it, she was getting better and better each day and she suspected the Black Dragon had something to do with her progressive well-being.
As Xueyao laid flat on her bed and in the ruins of her destroyed room and furniture, her legs shook restlessly as she closely examined the fruit in her hold. Trying to catch the smallest scent or essence of foul play or magic.
