In disbelief, Gu Ning felt her waist. She then slid her hand under her clothes, patting herself down all over. She only felt her own skin, no foreign objects. She didn't even see the Silver Armor.
Wait?!
Gu Ning froze, suddenly remembering something. She lifted her pajama top to her chest and looked down at her bare abdomen, her face full of astonishment. 'Where is the Silver Armor?'
Barto also stared at her in astonishment. "Xiao Ning, are you... are you..."
...in heat.
He could already smell a scent on her that was different from her usual bleeding cycle. It was like honey sealed in a jar. On closer inspection, it had a faintly sweet fragrance. The moment it entered his nostrils, it was like taking a bite of honey that slowly melted on the tongue, growing sweeter and sweeter—a sweetness that seeped into his very bones, making one unable to resist the urge to get closer and drink in more of it.
