The heavy iron Null-Stone cuffs around his delicate wrists only served to emphasize his tragic, utter helplessness.
But it was the face that completely ensnared the predator's attention.
The smudged rouge on the cheeks, the slightly parted, pink lips, and those incredible, wide, silver-flecked eyes that stared back at him with a mixture of fear and... something else.
Something strangely submissive.
Blood-Hand Tu entirely forgot about the struggling thirteen-year-old chained to the bedpost.
"Well," Tu breathed, turning his entire body toward Ji'an, his eyes darkening with a sudden, overwhelming wave of lust. "It seems my sentries have finally learned how to identify true quality. What a spectacular little delicacy you are."
Lin Xuan, still chained to the bed, stopped thrashing. He stared at the newcomer, his jaw dropping in absolute shock.
