The moment they stepped into the privacy of Han Soi's quarters, he kicked the door shut and engaged the high-tech magnetic locks. He didn't even have time to breathe before the weight in his clothes changed.
With a soft glow of energy, Yue Yue shifted back. She materialized in his arms, her skin soft and warm against his rough military uniform.
Han Soi's brain short-circuited. One moment he was carrying a tiny snake, and the next, he was holding his beautiful, naked wife. His face turned a deep shade of crimson, and his heart hammered like a war drum.
"Yue Yue!" he choked out, quickly peeling off his heavy, oversized military coat and wrapping her in it before his self-control snapped.
Yue Yue didn't seem to care about the clothes at all. She was just happy to be back in his scent. She poked her small, pale hands out from the sleeves of the massive coat and hooked them around his neck, pulling his head down toward hers.
