She paused, her knife hovering over the cutting board, a sudden flush of heat creeping up her neck as she remembered the ruby-eyed immortal holding her on the balcony, promising to slaughter the world for her.
"Wangchen is an overprotective, possessive anomaly who currently looks like a literal god," Ji'an corrected herself, aggressively shaking her head to clear the mental image. "If Shiru looks at me the wrong way, Wangchen is going to shatter his spine and freeze his golden core. I have to keep them distracted and incapacitate their nervous systems."
A dark, ruthless, and entirely unhinged grin spread across Ji'an's face.
She turned away from the chopping block and walked toward her deepest, most heavily warded storage cabinet.
If she wanted to distract three immortal prodigies, she couldn't just serve them a standard meal.
She had to attack their meridians.
She had to wage a biological war on their pain receptors.
