"Rather than some Jiuyou, the person I'd much prefer to choose is you."
Ruan Fu's fingertips roamed freely over his body. Her voice was clingy and tantalizing, reminding Mo Ran of her begging and fawning from the night before. She was truly skilled at using such tactics. The others had probably all been deceived by this exact facade.
Mo Ran's Adam's apple bobbed. With a cold, weary expression, he cast his eyes down, staring at the fingertips resting against his chest. His voice was surprisingly calm. "Then you've chosen wrong."
Ruan Fu didn't believe he could remain completely unaffected. This was the Beast World! A world where everyone relied on their primal instincts. Could Mo Ran truly be so impervious?
She curled her lips into a smile, her fingertips showing no intention of stopping. Trailing upward from his chest, they glided over his Adam's apple before pressing against his thin lips.
"How have I chosen wrong? You are the High Priest of the Fox Clan, after all."
