"Hm?"
Splash.
The echo rang across the celestial pool, a private aquatic Eden suspended between luxury and the abyss. One hundred meters of seamless blue, lit only by bioluminescent lights and the shimmer of alien sea creatures brushing past the transparent underwater wall. A diving platform jutted above like a throne for gods, overlooking the haunted beauty of the ocean's womb.
But Wang Xiao didn't care about the sea.
No.
His eyes were fixed on the creature in the pool.
"You again?"
The voice was calm, detached, inevitable.
Floating near the edge, her red lips broke the surface first—glossed with water, trembling not from cold, but from sheer disbelief. Hair like pale sunlight stuck to her cheeks, her bare shoulders glistening under the muted dome light, like she'd been carved from starlight and sin.
Ning Xue.
The Human Empress.
Soaked, breathless, defenseless.
