The young man sniffed the sweet fragrance emanating from the female, akin to the subtle scent of orchids, not overwhelming but gently captivating.
The closer he got, the more intoxicating the aroma became, drawing out the most primitive desires from the male's heart, breaking even the strongest self-control.
He couldn't help but lower his head into her neck, her collarbone, and even further down... This temptation was as alluring as poppies, making it hard to suppress the impulse.
The longer it went, the harder it was to let go.
In the past, he didn't understand what kind of Enchanting Soup that fool had drunk, why he was so obsessed with a foreign female, even willing to sacrifice his life for her, so utterly foolish.
Tonight, he seemed to understand a bit.
Looking at the alluring face of the female in his arms, the young man had to admit: she was indeed beautiful and enticing, hard for any normal male to resist.
Even he would have innate desires arise.
