The man stood frozen in the doorway, his tall, handsome figure looking somewhat stiff. From the moment his deep, dark gaze landed on the beautiful female in the wooden tub, he couldn't look away.
His heart hammered in his fiery chest.
This was a scene he had only ever dreamed of. He had imagined this day would come, but its arrival still left him ecstatic.
Ling Hong's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice exceptionally low and hoarse. "Alright..." He stepped forward and wrapped the soaking-wet female in a thick animal hide, then lifted her into his arms and walked into the house.
His steps were uncharacteristically rushed and unsteady.
A large hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his arms. The next moment, An Jin felt her body sink as she was placed on the large bed, upon a delicate, snow-white fur pelt.
Her long, ink-black hair fanned out across the bed. Her cheeks were flushed, her soft lips as crimson as fresh flowers, and her lingering gaze held an irresistible allure.
