"…Domo."
There was a thick silence for a few heartbeats as the two stared into each other's eyes. The man was standing in front of the Ger, with a slightly flushed face from all the alcohol he'd consumed over the course of the entire day.
The tall Ger was sitting in the bed completely relaxed, surrounded by festive red sheets while draped in the red bridal robes. Xu Feng's mole was deep, red, and seductive—somehow managing to be the focal point in a sea of red.
Xuan Yang really couldn't understand what was wrong with the Ger, but it didn't matter right now. Xu Feng was such a beauty, stunning enough that he might be able to seduce men who weren't even attracted to gers. Those who liked more feminine gers would still want to possess his gaze for a moment.
The Ger was truly enchanting.
But what kind of jerky movement was he just making? Was it some kind of mating ritual from his village?
