A Whiff of His Prey

After quickly taking care of the wound on one hand, Yun Xi raised her head and reached out to pull over his other hand.

Her eyes were clear, and there was a stubborn expression on her delicately featured youthful face.

Looking up at him, she resembled Bambi taking care of a hunter.

In his world, women were all promiscuous bitches.

They were obviously afraid of him, but lusted after him nonetheless.

For the sake of money and power, they used all means available to climb into his bed.

He always found their fearful and greedy faces both disgusting and dirty when he looked at them.

But the little girl in front of him seemed so pure that he felt his soul stir.

At the age of 17 or 18, she had the vivaciousness of a young girl, but she also had an intelligence that seemed beyond her years.