His breathing suddenly grew heavy. In the dim glow, a pair of brilliant golden eyes—at once aloof and scorching—fixed upon the veiled, cloaked woman before him, a look of craving filling their depths.
'Hungry...'
'So hungry...'
'Eat her...'
This was not carnal desire, but an instinctual urge—the same primal impulse that drives a starving person to seek food.
Seeing this gaze—as if he were seated upon a Throne, looking at her as 'food'—Bai Shuo's cheek twitched.
"Hm?"
'Damn kid. He drinks a few drops of my Dragon Blood and suddenly thinks he's a True Dragon? That look in his eyes! Even if the offense was unintentional, it still infuriated me. In the past, I was always the one, by virtue of my noble bloodline, to secretly look down on others with such a gaze.'
'How have the tables turned on me now?'
