Ying Jiuyao crushed the whimper on Su An'an's lips.
But the moment he tasted the salt of her tears, his touch suddenly softened.
Like a wild beast mending shattered moonlight, his movements became a devout lapping.
After their moment of intimacy.
Su An'an leaned weakly against Ying Jiuyao's chest, about to whisper some sweet nothings to enhance the atmosphere.
In the distance, the bushes rustled slightly.
Ying Jiuyao's silver tiger ears shot up, and he dashed into the bushes like a bolt of lightning.
BANG! BANG!
Two Hound Beastmen in green shirts flew out, landing in a pathetic heap before Su An'an.
Su An'an put on a shocked expression and reached out to help them up.
Ying Jiuyao whipped his tiger tail out, grabbing their collars and preparing to beat them down.
"Wait!"
Su An'an quickly grabbed Ying Jiuyao's arm and said with a coquettish pout, "Let's talk this out. Don't be so rough."
'These are the reporters I paid for! What if he breaks them?'
"Hmph!"
