As the two finally separated, Bai Mo found himself gasping for air, his chest heaving as if he had just outrun a horde of boars without a stump to hide on top.
His fingers hung limply at his side, his brain feeling as scrambled as his disheveled clothing. But despite his breathlessness, there was a frustrating sense of dissatisfaction lingering within him.
Why had the pleasure stopped? He wasn't ready for it to end, not yet. He wanted more.
There were many stereotypes about those with immortal bloodlines in Dongzhou—and even more, he was unaware of beyond the continent's barrier. There were only five types of beasts in Dongzhou, but that didn't keep them from being prejudiced against each other.
Despite not showing any promise as a child, with no chance of carrying any fox immortal blood in his veins, his father and dad both were sure to make sure he was upstanding morally.
