Wynhorn sat up straight from her reclined position. With how wide her hips were, it almost made it look as though her lower half was swallowing her torso up. It was such a seemingly benign action, yet it held a lethal attraction for a man.
Ryu never really cared to hold back his gaze. He suddenly remembered that it had been over a year since he touched a woman. If it wasn't for the fact he had been so distracted by his previous rage, he would have likely noticed a lot earlier. It seemed that his Dragon and Qilin Blood would be a curse he'd have to carry for the whole of his life.
Wynhorn was stunned for a moment by Ryu's gaze. Her first instinct should have probably been to get angry, but she was so unused to someone even daring to look at her in this way that she was completely caught off guard.
