In the midst of ultimate madness, Sun Zhe and Yao Rao seemed to have forgotten the concept of time, leaving only their most primal instincts.
First came a fierce wind and torrential rain, followed by a tempest of passion.
It wasn't until Sun Zhe was spent, until Yao Rao's floodgates burst open, and until both were utterly exhausted that the storm finally subsided.
In the grass beneath the trees, the two held each other as they drifted into slumber.
...
「The next day.」
In the dense forest of the early morning, a miserable scream suddenly echoed.
It was Sun Zhe, still asleep, who was suddenly kicked through the air, crashing into a tree stump more than ten meters away.
For a moment, Sun Zhe felt as if all his bones were about to shatter. Stars danced before his eyes, and he rolled on the ground in agony.
