The voice was extremely light, suppressed and restrained, hardly detectable if one didn't listen closely.
Yet, the Demon Lord had exceptional hearing, although she had never anticipated the presence of a third person still lying on the bed at this moment, voiced her suspicion, "What sound? It sounded like a cat's meow."
The veins on Baili An's forehead were throbbing violently, having not noticed anything unusual earlier, only to realize where his hand had landed after hearing that soft call.
Even through a layer of clothing, the bundle his fingers were clasping felt exceedingly soft, pressing tightly against his palm.
It was fatal!
Baili An, no fool, was keenly aware of what he touched; the body pressed against his back was beginning to emit an astonishing heat.
Scorchingly hot breaths were rapidly beating against his skin.
It was intensely grilling.
The hand pinching his waist was trembling ceaselessly.
Clearly marked by anger.
