When he came to again, Luo Xuan found himself grappling with a throbbing pain at the back of his head. A foreign sluggishness weighed down on his limbs, rendering even breathing an arduous task. The pervasive scent of familiar pheromones dominated his senses, and in the next moment, the memories before he lost consciousness floated to the forefront of his mind. He instantly recognized who was with him now.
Sure enough, He Juan's voice sounded beside him, having detected the shift of his breathing. "Awake?"
Luo Xuan struggled to peel open his heavy eyelids, muttering a curse under his breath. "Bastard…" he gritted his teeth. "Do you realize what you have done?!"
