Su Qinglan did not dare move a muscle and just leaned in his arms. If he suddenly became shy and refused her advances, then where would she put her face? Absolutely nowhere. She would simply dig a hole and bury herself.
So she stayed obediently in his arms, warming herself in front of the fire. Half her hair had already dried, and she leaned against Han Jue like a little fox who had found her favorite hugging pillow. Han Jue held her the entire time, careful and steady… almost too steady.
Only when she finally felt him relax did she open her eyes.
Tsk. His self control was truly something else.
If it were Xuan Long or Hu Yan, they would have already devoured her without even spitting out the bones.
Ahhh… another point added to Han Jue's scorecard.
After all, which female did not like a man who could be gentle when needed?
Sure, sometimes she wanted her men to be wild beasts… but sometimes… sometimes she wanted a Buddha mode husband too.
