The Untamed Concubin

The crippled plane dove toward the vortex. The vortex's endless suction seemed to mock the little plane's audacity. With a boom, torrential rain lashed down, like the final straw on the plane. Pulled by the vortex above and crushed by the weight of the rain below, the plane spun a few times before being swallowed whole. In the vast blue sky that resembled inky seawater, it tossed about for a moment before vanishing without a trace.,His icy eyes held a glint of both inquiry and menace.,The man lowered his head, gazing at the person in his arms. From this angle, the white, strange garment gaped open at the collar, a ripple of snow-white... and there were deep shadows. Crimson stains marred one ripple, then flowed along its incline, into those depths.。