The moment Lin Huahua whispered that she thought she was ready for Feng Yiren next, the cave air grew even thicker, the low fire crackling softly in the corner as if it too was holding its breath.
Her small body was still kneeling on the thick pile of furs, her lips swollen and shiny from the lion and the deer, her fluffy white rat tail giving one last nervous flick before it curled tight around her own leg like it was trying to hide from what was coming.
Her little white rat ears twitched once, then flattened shyly against her head as she looked up at the fox, her big brown eyes wide and shining with a mix of curiosity and heat that made her cheeks burn hotter than the flames.
Feng Yiren did not wait for her to reach for him.
The shameless fox stepped forward with that dark, bright hunger flashing in his red eyes, his lean muscular bare chest heaving, his red fox tail swishing slow and dangerous behind him as he looked down at her tiny kneeling form.
