Ye Beiming's eyes flickered with a tinge of bewilderment. It was that glimmer of bewilderment that gave Yun Sheng her chance, and with her soft arms, she hugged him tightly.
She did not care about the half-beastified sharp scales on his body, nor his blood-drenched form.
In Yun Sheng's eyes, there was no fear, only absolute trust.
She knew that Ye Beiming would not hurt her.
A familiar fragrance wafted into his slightly stiff embrace.
As he felt that unusual warmth, Ye Beiming's body stiffened, and in an instant, Yun Sheng's hands wrapped around his neck, and the needle hidden in her hand accurately pierced the back of Ye Beiming's head.
As the needle tip penetrated, a thunderous noise erupted in Ye Beiming's head, and the layer of red in his eyes gradually dissipated, returning to gray.
The black scales on his arms faded away, and he steadied himself, embracing the person who had thrown herself into his arms, his breathing shifting from rapid to calm.
