"You're still conscious, right?" The car sped down the road, the driver's face set in seriousness, hands steady on the wheel.
Luther held Joshua tightly, asking with a grave tone.
Joshua rested his head against Luther's chest, his whole body limp and feverish. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, his mind already growing hazy. He whispered faintly:
"I'm… not sure."
Luther sneered:
"What's there to be unsure about? If you dare make a fuss later, I'll yank your pants down and let everyone admire your great black dragon."
Joshua, tormented by the pain in his leg, his body feverish and dizzy, nausea rising but unable to vomit, still couldn't help but laugh weakly at Luther's words. He gave a feeble warning:
"If you dare do that, I'll kill you..."
"Haha, with what? With your great black dragon? Well then, I suppose I should be a little scared." Luther smirked.
