The Elf (8)
The sounds of celebration and joy seemed to be muffled through a layer of water. In the cold forest, the faint rustle of scampering animals and the occasional crack of branches underfoot sounded. Through a dark layer of foliage, the silver moonlight illuminated the path for the two evil spirit's playing a dark game in the dead of the night.
The more he knew Chu Yi, the greater his obsession with his every movement. Someone who could instantly turn a backhand and hurt him as soon as he became dissatisfied, like a punitive cat that would scratch if petted too long.
Now, Chu Yi is hiding in the trees and bushes, the other's unique smell is mottled, completely covering his tracks. But to him, this was more like the last bow before a gift is unwrapped, it only made his heart more restless.
The dark golden eyes narrowed with a heavy excitement.