“Ouch!” The door slammed shut behind her. Lan Wu grimaced and rolled over, struggling to sit up. She looked around. The cramped basement was cold and damp, with the constant drip of water echoing from the corners. Frowning, Lan Wu glanced to the side and quickly spotted a huddled, dark figure. Her eyes widened in delight, and she eagerly shuffled…
As dusk settled, two figures crouched on a small dirt slope on the outskirts of the town. Lan Wu held an umbrella, peeking out cautiously. “Do you see anything?” Ji Lingyue, holding a pair of binoculars, scanned the area below with a serious expression, “No.” “Maybe she’s locked inside the house?” “I can’t see inside the house.” It was a…
Sexual content warning. After understanding what Lan Wu meant, Ji Lingyue was shocked. “You want to save her?” Lan Wu nodded. “You’re asking for death.” “Your words are so harsh.” “Because I’m telling the truth.” Ji Lingyue said patiently as she put on her clothes. “First, they have guns loaded with silver bullets. Second, there are many of them, and…
Thud. Thud. Thud. The annoying noise kept echoing in her ears. Ji Lingyue frowned, her lips dry as she muttered, “Lan Wu…” The clattering stopped abruptly. Soon, a head popped out from above the coffin, looking down at her with bright eyes. “Good morning! You’re awake?” Ji Lingyue grumbled, “You’re so loud.” “Sorry,” she apologized quickly and added, “But it’s…
Sexual content warning. In the pitch-black darkness, two small red lights suddenly appeared. Lan Wu shifted slightly, and a burning pain, as if scorched by sunlight, shot through her chest. She licked her dry lips, her throat parched, her mind hazy. She desperately needed something to quench her thirst. The steady breathing of the person in her arms reached her…