It seems it's Corbin's turn tonight, whether by coincidence or by the system's design.
She was sneaking a glance at Corbin when she noticed his silver eyes narrowing as he strode over suddenly.
"What are you looking at?"
Corbin clasped her waist with a dangerous, deep voice: "Was The Mad Dragon not troublesome enough last night?"
Her face instantly turned crimson. How does this man know everything?
Is it possible he was secretly watching again last night?
Corbin's fingertips caressed her slender waist as he leaned in to whisper in her ear: "Tonight, it's my turn."
As for Soren, let him roll aside; trying to cozy up with Luna as soon as he arrived, how could that be possible?
At least not until the cycle rotates again or he waits a while first.
No one knew what Corbin's nights have been like during these days.
Every minute and second were torture.
The feeling was indescribably unpleasant.
"Cough, cough."
