Going on

While the crowd in the square was still cheering for the return of the Wolf Tribe warriors, An Yao was embraced by the man's strong arms and led to a secluded corner.

His touch felt as if he had just come from a blizzard, and the coldness of his aura enveloped her. His large hands, toughened by experience, tightened around her waist, pressing her against the cold, hard wall.

She blinked her eyes slightly, looking at the man's smooth and chilly jawline. His eyes held a lustful glint, and his attractive thin lips pressed against hers, kissing her without reservation.

“Mmm…” Her peach-colored cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, like the early summer. Her dewy eyes were hazy, and she struggled to catch her breath.

Suppressing her rationality, she pushed against the man on top of her, “Jin, let go… Ugh, I'm almost suffocating!”

When the accumulation of longing reaches its peak, it can create an uncontrollable desire.