Roxanna walked beside Calen with a wide smile on her face. The weather felt nice today as the sun shone brightly above them, and the fresh smell of green grass filled her nose.
Earlier, her other husbands had wanted to come along too. But since Roxanna wanted to spend private time with each of them one by one, she asked the rest of them to help the people of Vixaria Tribe fix the broken huts and clean the ground from the dried blood.
Fortunately, thanks to Roxanna's blood, there were no deaths. Some people were still recovering, but thankfully, none of the wounds were deadly.
"Let's grab some water for us to drink later." Calen stopped by the river and filled the bamboo-made bottles. However, his eyes immediately darkened when he saw the pond that had become a silent witness to the heat between Azul and Roxanna last night.
And what made him even more annoyed… was that Roxanna herself couldn't stop thinking about it!
