A small stone was thrown towards the face of a handsome young man.
"Ugh..." Qingyi grunted and his eyes fluttered slightly, but he didn't get up. His mind was clouded, his body heavy, and his eyelids even more so.
It was only when a slightly larger stone hit him that he finally woke up.
"Fuck..." Qingyi opened his eyes, massaging his head painfully as he stood up.
He was in a dark room of a simple, rustic hut.
"Are you awake, princess?"
Qingyi heard a voice, soft and pleasant, indistinguishably male.
Another stone hit his head and he turned, his eyes meeting those of a man in handcuffs.
"You're..." Qingyi's eyes widened and the man smiled.
"Oh... so you remember me? I thought I was totally unconscious when my little sister showed up."
"The bastard who stopped me from killing that son of a bitch!"
The two of them spoke at the same time, and Tang Yandu's face darkened.
"No... I mean, yes, but that's not the point. I'm Tang Yandu!"
