The man's deep voice, tinged with a hint of trembling, revealed a touch of vulnerability beneath his usual resolute and cold exterior, almost melting An Yao's soul with its softness.
She stared, her eyes fixed on the man lying on the ground, letting her do as she pleased. He was tall and muscular, resembling an ancient Greek sculpture, with cold, fair, and sensual skin exuding an overwhelming amount of testosterone. He was undeniably the type of carnivorous man that made one's mouth water.
Gulp.
An Yao felt as if she could hear herself swallowing saliva.
No, no, she had to resist! She couldn't look any longer!
An Yao tried to avert her gaze, but her body still kept the wolf-like stare stuck to the man. This opportunity to admire such beauty was a rare find! If she didn't steal a few more glances, she'd regret it for the rest of her life!