Standing over a pile of corpse, Hetian Li huffed in annoyance while gripping the broken bottle in his left hand.

Turning around slowly, he looked down at the younger male he had just 'saved'.

His expression was stoic and indifferent while he made his way towards him. Stopping in front of him, towering over the younger male, he lets go of the broken bottle and lifted his bloody hand towards his cheek. Cupping it gently as he leaned his face close. Burning his eyes into his..

".. Well? Aren't you going to 'thank' me?"

His breath slightly brushed against the younger male's lips. The air around them was tense and heated..