The pure black cloak with a circle of black fox fur framed that delicate little face, making it appear even whiter, more tender, and more charming.
Her damp long hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, with a few strands hanging at her slender neck, one of which fell at the edge of her lips.
The slightly raised phoenix eyes held small flames of anger, her plump lips pressed against the strand of hair, pure yet enticing.
Yelyu Lie's gaze was filled with more obsession and fondness than desire.
He put down the wet clothes in his hands and strode over.
Just when Yun Chunnuan thought he was about to do something improper again, the Barbarian General wrapped her in the cloak and held her entirely in his arms.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed, his rough fingertips gently tucked the strands of hair resting at the corner of her lips behind her ear.
The gentle action seemed as if he was holding not a delicate little girl but fragile glass.
He was truly sick.
