Jiang Qingli was caught completely off guard, yanked into the darkness without warning.
Her captor seemed unsteady on his feet, stumbling as he pushed her down onto the soft wool carpet.
She braced for pain, squeezing her eyes shut.
But a large hand cradled the back of her head, and she landed without injury.
Jiang Qingli opened her eyes.
The curtains were drawn tight, leaving the room shrouded in dim light.
Her fingers brushed against something hard and smooth—scales. An instant later, a hand with long fingers seized her wrist.
The young man braced himself on one hand beside her, leaning in slowly.
Jiang Qingli's gaze met a pair of intensely aggressive, slit-pupiled Dragon eyes, as blood-red as fire.
'This is bad,' she thought.
Whenever Jiang Youchen's emotions ran high enough to trigger his Beastification, his eyes turned like this.
'What-what-what is going on with him?!'
'He looks like he's starving, about to devour someone…'
