Inhaling the potent, masculine scent, Han Xinyue felt a sudden surge of desire, her vision blurring with lust.
At that moment, she couldn't help but think—how wonderful would it be if this man wasn't her enemy, but her own young wolf, to spend every night lost in passion?
Yet, the thought of her crippled son allowed her reason to overcome her lust.
Looking at the massive thing before her, her gaze turned fierce. She wished she could just bite it off in one go.
But she didn't dare. With Sun Zhe's strength, he could stop her the instant she applied any pressure with her teeth. Besides, doing so would only enrage this terrifying man completely.
In the quiet room, Sun Zhe suddenly spoke. "What, do you need me to teach you?"
