"Should I take you home first?" he asked, the pad of his thumb gently brushing against her slightly feverish cheek.
The flush hadn't faded from Bai Wanwan's face, and her breathing was still a little unsteady, but she shook her head. "You should go handle your business. Just have a few of the males escort me."
Chou Rong looked at her, his gaze firm. "It's not that urgent."
As he spoke, his arm tightened, pulling the female in his embrace a little closer. "I'll take you."
Seeing his insistence, Bai Wanwan didn't argue further, letting him lead her down from the city wall with an arm around her.
"Clan Leader."
"Yes. You all go on ahead. I'll be there in a bit."
The Beastmen quickly acknowledged him and slowly backed away.
By now, it was late, and the tribe's streets were empty, with almost no other Beastmen in sight.
