In the courtyard.
Empty courtyard, devoid of people.
When the mysterious Apocalypse Assassin disappeared in front of the Southern Prince in a bizarre manner, Xia Xingchen stared intently at the dried tea stains on the table, his gloomy features seemed as if they might at any moment squeeze out a drop of ink.
For a long while,
Xia Xingchen stood up and walked into the inner room.
Inside was a luxurious toilet, a private one.
Xia Xingchen locked himself in the narrow toilet and slipped inside.
There was someone else in the toilet.
Don't get it wrong, it was a man.
"I say, Southern Prince, if I didn't know you well enough and understand that you're not into men, inviting me to meet in such a place would probably cause a major misunderstanding if it were anyone else."
Mud Bodhisattva was pressed against the toilet wall, watching with a helpless smile as the Southern King carefully squeezed in with him.
Xia Xingchen gritted his teeth: "It's safe here."
