Lin Xian didn't know what had gotten into Monica, whether she was possessed by something or it was just that the surging hormones from her advanced evolution had nowhere to go, while his own pile of worries had been suppressed for too long. So he simply closed his eyes and gladly buried himself into that gentle abyss.
Cold air filled the Hibernation Pod, yet the two blazing bodies were like a meteor slamming into a planet—unrestrained, wild, passion burning like fire.
All the pain and oppression that had built up over this period on Sea Rock Island, in the deep-sea vortex, and in the tropical storm was fully unleashed at this moment. Low, hoarse growls and dull, rhythmic impacts echoed again and again. In this instant, there was no Sword Holder, no Queen Mo, no end of the world, no eerie anomalies, only the tender, pleasurable drowning and release.
