The Waste Female Safety House, secret room on the second basement level.
Fei Zhao's tail was casually coiled around Su An'an's smooth calf, his long fingers gently combing through her long hair.
Suddenly, the woman in his arms tensed up like a startled rabbit.
"What's wrong?" Fei Zhao raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on her face, which had instantly gone deathly pale.
Her pink fox ears, usually fluffy and perked up, now drooped listlessly, making her look just like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.
"It's nothing!" Su An'an forced a smile. The searing heat surging at the small of her back had not yet completely faded.
The dim, silver-purple light was as ephemeral as a night-blooming cereus, completely unable to support the formation of a Divine Level beast pattern.
The Hexagram totem was like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky. It flashed beneath her skin and was gone, leaving only a faint, phantom itch.
The pink beast pattern had gone from A Level to S Level.
