C3

The wind blew in the morning, and a hazy light was gradually cast out of the small warehouse. The white dew that had been forcefully tossed aside began to move slowly. She had not fully woken up yet.

The air was filled with moist water vapor. The temperature difference between day and night was especially obvious in this city which was close to the sea. The bone-chilling coldness seeped into one's spine, causing the dew to instinctively approach their robust bodies.

It was icy cold and stiff, as if he was leaning on a corpse.

When Bai Lu suddenly came to his senses, Claus quietly carried her and laid on the old and broken bed while supporting his body from head to toe.

The man was like a standard aristocrat when he slept, even if his rough and wild behavior last night was not elegant at all. But he had the air of a gentleman, and the smell was clear, with a bureaucratic domineering and estranged air.

Beneath the small window, Claus's cruel and handsome face was dyed with an ambiguous soft glow. His white revealed face was red, and on his face, there were still some small wounds, thick eyelashes, a deep outline, and a high/straight nose. His thin lips were all greenish black, and the sneer on his face added a little bit of childishness to it.

Bai Lu's mind was in a mess, as if someone's memories were continuously mixing together with her battle.

His head was aching so much that it felt like it was about to split open. The memories and senses belonging to Bai Lu's original body rushed over like a flood. Bai Lu Ke could not help but tremble slightly.

Claus's tough and robust body casually leaned over and wrapped an arm around her. Even then, his face still carried a fierce hatred and cruelty.

White Dew closed her eyes and endured what she thought was a long ordeal, in a strange, cold embrace. Gradually, her body began to recover. The Lycan's physique displayed its advantages, and her strength was nurturing and healing her body.

She was certain that Claus and her were not human beings. This was not a world that she was familiar with.

She had to admit that she had never seen such men before. They were not human, so they all looked as beautiful as they could get.

Claus let go of his hands, too lazy to care about Bai Lu's clumsy moves.

Perhaps the morning light could give birth to some strange illusion, or perhaps it was the uneasiness of someone who had just arrived in a foreign world, and was quietly escaping from the arms of a man.

If only Claus could open his eyes and take a good look at her.