The blizzard outside the cave continued to rage, but Yuan Lang's gaze on the female beside him grew deeper.
A fiery emotion swirled in his eyes, making their already deep color even darker. The Beastman, who had been lounging lazily just moments before, was suddenly enveloped in a dangerous aura.
A moment later, he abruptly lifted his massive tiger head and looked at the deep blue salt crystal wall behind the female. His slightly suppressed, heavy panting sounded exceptionally alluring in the pitch-black cave.
However, aside from the sleeping Wu Yue, the only others in the cave were a group of Beastman Warriors, all sleeping like logs.
Fighting the urge to get up, the Beastman stared resentfully at Wu Yue's pale, slender little face for a long time. Then, gritting his teeth, he moved her feet, which were still rubbing against a certain part of him, onto his belly.
