'Wangchen is going to murder his master, and I'm going to be blamed for seducing the entire peak, and my pork belly is probably getting cold. Ugh, I hate this novel!'
The bathing chamber of the Eternal Cloud Peak was suspended in a state of atmospheric and psychological paralysis.
Steam swirled violently against the rapidly encroaching frost as Xie Wangchen stood in the shattered doorway, the ruined jade box of medicinal herbs crumbling in his grip.
His dark, abyssal eyes flicked from the cowering, blushing form of Elder Qin Changxu to the soaking wet, hyperventilating figure of Lin Ji'an.
Elder Qin, pressing his bare back against the far wall of the jade tub, pointed a trembling, accusatory finger at Ji'an.
