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This story will be renamed to "From Ice to Ashes" very soon, because I separated Feng Deming's subplot and will continue Deming's plot in "Ending the Era of the Faeries" which will also be renamed "Demon King's Love" soon. FITA is Ningshun-focused, whereas DKL or EtEotF is Deming-focused.
'What the—' Ningshun stopped dead. His breath caught, and a dry, rasping sound escaped his throat. Speechless—for what he witnessed had changed everything.
"Ah, finally," Meilin groaned as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Stupid, stupid bra!"
His power, the very essence of his spirit, shrank as if becoming one with the girl, dwindling in her heart space. He needed to act fast, or else—
'Wait. Did she—mention a bra?'
His brows lifted. He should not have heard that. Should not have noticed the way her tank top shifted as she moved, as if he were nothing but a shadow in the room.
Immediately turning around, he faced a pink wall that mocked his gaze. "Zayn..." he murmured, his mouth flattening as if it pulled out his insides. Yet, he held on, since the alternative was to witness what was happening behind him.
Images of a half-naked man plastered the wall, a muscular man—no, a fictional man—staring back at him. That smoldering gaze dared him to look longer, the cocky smirk that practically screamed 'her dirty little secret' in the most obnoxious way imaginable.
With a slight smirk, he raised an eyebrow. "Well, well... Is this why she plays the game?"
"Ahh—"
Ningshun's spine snapped straight.
The sound was... breathy. Soft. Indulgent.
Another rustle of fabric. A slow, drawn-out sigh. "Mmm... oh, that's so much better..."
Fists clenched, breath pressed thinly through his nose. This was fine. It was nothing. He had endured pain, outplayed enemies, and walked through hell with a smile. A mortal girl undressing in the same room was inconsequential.
Or it should have been.
The soft click of the clasp, the quiet sliding of straps over skin, and the whisper of tension releasing came from her direction—unfiltered, raw.
'This wasn't part of the plan.' A muscle in his jaw ticked, letting out a heavy sigh. 'Patience.'
The fabric shifting. The faint rustling. The clothes hitting the floor.
She sighed. "Ah, yes... Yes, this is... what heaven feels like."
Ningshun was going to kill something. Himself, probably. That would be the fastest way out of this hell.
Meilin let out a slow, deep moan.
'What is she... doing?' His brain rejected the thought before it could fully form. He needed to get out. Now.
No! Not until he took what was rightfully his first. The problem was that she would be his teammate and live with him. Making a reckless move now could jeopardize his plan. So, he moved his hands to his ears, attempting to block out the sounds.
"God, I swear this thing shrunk in the wash... No wonder it suffocated me all day."
His thoughts blanked as her muffled voice still reached him.
Wrecked. Fingers curled at his sides, nails digging into his palms. Pierced. Pain flared through his skin. Good. He needed pain. He needed something to anchor him.
Eyes snapped open. "I dealt with torture with more dignity than this," the whispers ended with a scoff. "Never have I been tested like this... I've survived forces beyond mortal comprehension and outsmarted enemies while drenched in blood... I'm a strategist. I have mastered myself!"
And yet, this was going to kill him.
"I swear, they're like half my body weight," Meilin groaned.
Ningshun choked on absolutely nothing. 'What!?' Blinking and frowning, he let out a sharp exhale as if his ears were offended, followed by a twitch in his brow.
Listening to her mumble some nonsense about her makeup remover was already testing his patience, but the impact of her loud giggles, combined with her even crazier chatter about dreaming of Zayn and how hot he was, sank his mind into the pit of her... stupidity.
"ENOUGH."
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