It was daybreak and Ming Tao had not had an ounce of sleep since then. He could not stop thinking about Mira and her scent. The luscious scent that captivated him and almost made him drop his guard around her and it was maddening. That witch did something to him and he knew it. It must have been in her touch yesterday. When she kissed his cheek.
What even was that? Ming Tao pulled a hand to his face and wiped his cheek ferociously like he was trying to rid his skin of the imprint of her kiss disease. Who on earth kissed a man she just yelled at?
Who on earth even hits the mighty leader of a clan with ease and gets away with it? An insane one, that's who. And Mira was already established to be insane. She must have a death wish, that was for sure. Ming Tao groaned in frustration.
WHY. WAS. SHE. ALL. HE. COULD. THINK. ABOUT???
