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It's a rare moment of sapience for the fierce corpse, while they switch out the old nails for better ones. Wen Ning's eyes are always blank for the first few minutes as his consciousness rises, but there's plenty of emotion once he recognizes his captors. Xue Yang laughs at the hatred burning in his eyes.
"And they say you used to be timid!" He presses a kiss to the cold lips and laughs harder at the angry growl. He kisses him while he finds the holes in his skull, presses closer, slides the nails in, feels the lips go slack.