Kian Sterling chuckled, tightening his arms as his fingers traced ambiguous circles around her waist: "Then tonight... should I be a bit more diligent?"
Luna Sutton's face instantly turned red, and she slapped away his restless hand: "Dry your hair first."
Kian suddenly laughed softly and hooked her waist tie with his fingers, giving it a gentle tug.
As the beast skin skirt fell to the ground, he suddenly pressed her onto the beast skin mat, unfurling his ten snow-white fox tails into a soft bed: "Don't worry, it'll dry quickly."
"You..."
Luna was about to say something but was silenced as her lips were sealed, engulfed in the old fox's scent.
Outside the shelter.
Malachi Arcanus' jealous voice suddenly came: "Damn, you flirtatious fox, you dug the latrine today, don't stink up little Luna."
Inside the shelter.
Kian paused his actions, his ten fox tails sweeping dangerously.
