In that moment, Hua Ren’s thoughts turned desperately to Sheng Fei. He could almost feel Sheng Fei’s warm, golden gaze on him, the way he always treated him with tenderness and respect. Sheng Fei’s touch was never forceful, never oppressive—it made him feel cherished, as though he was someone special.
A sharp pain suddenly snapped him out of the memory, his eyes widening as the Emperor’s teeth pierced his skin.
A cry of pain escaped Hua Ren’s lips. He thrashed, his hands clawing at the Emperor’s arms, but his struggles were in vain. “No... no, please,” he whispered, his voice breaking, desperation seeping into every word. He didn't want to be marked. At least not by the Emperor. If the Emperor marked him, he would be bound to the Emperor forever.
The pressure of the Emperor’s bite increased and Hua Ren’s vision blurred, a mix of fear and despair clouding his thoughts, until—
CRASH!