Chapter 13: Catching Fang Off Guard
What kind of beast tribe did she even come from? Those useless folks didn't feed her right.
It pisses him off. No wonder she got easily swept by the running water and almost drowned.
Fang looked up and stared at her intently, "Now, call me husband, and I'll forgive all of your bad deeds."
Aella can only grab on his soft hair, being forcefully seated on his arm like a little kid, with the culprit sporting a frown.
'He's upset again. That handsome face is a waste on him always frowning.'
"Didn't you bet your hand?"
Aella flinched. Her pounding heartbeat suddenly became frantic with dread.
Noticing her nervousness, Fang held her cold, shivering hand and put it close to his lips. Planting small kisses without a warning.
Aella was stomped, bubbling like a red wine when the man found her eyes.
"Fret not I won't cut it," whispered Fang softly, revealing a sly grin and parting his lips.
