Zopyra — XXII (SM)

Warning: Non-consensual kissing.

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Naturally, Hu Lijing wouldn't be able to hear him since he had fainted but Long ZhenHai continued talking anyway as he shifted slightly and gingerly gathered the nine-tailed fox in his arms, embracing him carefully as though he was holding a porcelain doll.

At this point, Hu Lijing may as well be a porcelain doll.

Gently, Long ZhenHai rested his chin on the man's head, his fingers fiddling with the damning shackles that bound the divine fox's core, restricting all the Qi that flowed inside his meridians to a single focal point.

Long ZhenHai had half a mind of destroying those chains and so — like a responsible person — he tried doing so without preamble, only to discover that much like the bars of this prison, these damned chains would repair on their own too, much to his chagrin.