Lady Syeila snapped right there,
"Remember, you're twenty-five! People your age already have kids who are walking and talking. But you're still even a virgin!"
The last comment stung sharply. She had never been one to hold back her words when frustrated about marriage.
Langga, of course, was not a virgin. Memories flooded back—pale skin, watery hazel eyes, movements in perfect rhythm, and the sounds of resistance that had felt more like temptation than defiance.
He couldn't help it; his adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously, and for a brief moment, his left eye glimmered red.
Syeila squinted. She had rarely seen her usually composed son in such a dazed state.
Could it be… Could it be that he's also bothered by his own virginity, but just hasn't found the right partner yet?
Whatever the case, this half-human might not be a bad choice.
