章節 118: A rare pang of guilt

Guo Lang woke up to a place dark and damp. His head was throbbing with blistering pain, dotting his vision with white.

He could hear the sounds of someone crying.

Perhaps his imagination, he thought, as his imagination could grow quite wild at times. There was that one time he dreamed of voluptuous girls invading the Thunderous Cloud springs so vividly that he had thought it true… Or the time he was convinced that Jiang Suiqi had tits because he felt them under his own palms--

Wait, the latter might have actually happened.

Guo Lang wasn't so sure anymore.

He was staring up at low wooden beams and realized that he was stuck inside a cage, barely tall enough for him to sit upright. 

Oh, it seemed that his headache had gone! Guo Lang surged upright. His hands were bound in wooden shackles. He could easily break free if he pleased but there was no reason to be so hasty…

Guo Lang took a good look at his surroundings.