"Cough. Cough cough." After rubbing her neck to soothe her breath, she asked anxiously, "What about my cousin, speak up."
Behind her, Wan Hun stepped forward and whispered a few words into Jueqing's ear. With each sentence Jueqing heard, her face turned a shade uglier, until, by the end, it was so dark it seemed ink might drip from it.
Locked in the secret chamber, Feng Xuxu was unaware of what was happening outside, only knowing that she was taken through a complicated route and thrown into this airtight room.
Looking around the chamber with its pervasive red decor, akin to a bridal chamber for a newlywed couple, and then at her own bright red clothes, could it be that Dugu Mo had lost his mind and intended to marry her right here? The thought of being kept here made her shiver uncontrollably.
"Sister Feng, what should we do now?" Xiaobai perched on Feng Xuxu's delicate shoulder, tail swishing and tiger head turning as he looked at Sister Feng for direction.