Even though the slap she received earlier in the day had left half her cheek with a visible mark, this only served to enhance her pitiful look, making her even more endearing.
Shentu Yun admired the girl's purity and ardor. Being seemingly contradictory qualities, they synergized perfectly in her persona.
Being so close, a faint fragrance from her body entered his nostrils. He could not resist moving closer still, closing his eyes in delight as he lightly inhaled the scent at her neck... slowly breathing in and out...
Whether it was nerves or something else, Mu Xiangwan could only feel a chill emanating from this man. His breath, which should have been warm, was tinged with coldness, reminiscent of the sensation of a python slithering over her.
The mere thought sent shivers down her spine. She drew her legs up, putting all her strength into resisting him.
But after going without food for a day and a night, what strength did she have left?
