The bedroom was pitch-black, but Tiger Clan beastmen had keen eyesight, allowing them to find their way even in the dark of night.
The young man supported the girl with one arm, placed her steadily on the bed, and then quietly gazed at her delicate face.
His amber pupils glowed faintly in the dark. His gaze swept over the girl's eyes and brows, the tip of her nose, and finally settled on her full, pink lips. As if struck by a thought… the young man's Adam's apple bobbed, and he leaned in to press his lips against her soft ones.
His breathing grew heavier. His eyes glinted, and the next second, he leaned in again to graze his lips against Wen Qian's, neither too lightly nor too heavily.
His warm breath puffed against her face. The girl seemed to sense something, turning her head slightly as her once-relaxed brows furrowed.
