The ground beneath Zhong Wanqiang was ravaged by fierce winds, and the dust swirling around relentlessly assaulted him, making his already filthy clothes appear even more disheveled. His body leaned slightly forward, his feet continuously shifting in small movements, as if ready to charge forward at any moment.
His hands twisted uneasily in front of him, fingers intertwining, and his knuckles turning white from exertion.
The fierce wind howled past his face, yet Zhong Wanqiang refused to even blink, fearing he might miss a single moment of Yili's presence. His eyes, like those of a ravenous wolf, surveyed Yili up and down, the sinister glint in his gaze growing ever more intense.
His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and with each swallow, the veins in his neck stood out.
The corners of his mouth curled slightly upward into an extremely lewd grin, a grin that on his face appeared particularly menacing.
