C158 The wolf king slept soundly in its arms

With a cold and condescending gaze, he stared down at Helian Manqiu. Helian Manqiu, without a care, held the wolf skin mask in her hand and played with it, stretching her body, yawning as she leaned back against the mirror, leaning against it once again, carefully examining the Wolf King.

He had a rectangular face, rough, stony skin, and a hard line that outlined his manly features