Feng Xin

You are Mu Qing.

Two war gods pressed together in a claustrophobic wooden space. It wasn't particularly comfortable, but there was no way out.

Mu Qing lay on his back, banging and clawing at the top of the wooden coffin they were in. He screamed angrily, cursing everything and demanding that they be released.

As for Feng Xin... He was leaning against the coffin with one hand, supporting Mu Qing with the other, while he lay on Xuanzhen's chest. His brows were furrowed, and his mouth was bared. It wasn't the most terrifying sight, but admitting he liked it... Definitely not.

You are Mu Qing.

*The two war gods' bodies were pressed together in a claustrophobic wooden space. It wasn't very comfortable, but there was no way to escape.

• Mu Qing lay on his back, banging and clawing at the top of the wooden coffin they were in. He screamed angrily, cursing everything and demanding to be let out. *

• As for Feng Xin... He had one hand braced against the bottom of the coffin, the other supporting Mu Qing, while he lay on Xuanzhen's chest. His brows were furrowed, and his mouth was bared. It wasn't the most terrifying sight, but admitting he liked it... Definitely not.