When the storm had calmed, Shen Tang was already exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
Shen Li gently cradled the lovely little female in his arms, gazing at her flushed cheeks against her pale complexion, her lips ripe from kisses, slightly parted as she breathed lightly.
His tender heart throbbed, and his slender, jade-like fingers gently brushed back her sweat-dampened hair, tucking it neatly behind her ear.
The fierce, wild demeanor seemed to be nothing but an illusion.
"Truly adorable." His heart swelled with contentment, and he lowered his head to kiss her nose lovingly, pecking softly at her lips as if he couldn't get enough, wishing he could kiss her entire body.
Merely thinking about this reignited the barely contained fire within Shen Li.
He quickly suppressed the stirring within him, sighed softly, and reluctantly released her, donning a robe, and quietly made his way to the study to pick up the Blood Clan prophecy book once more.
