Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

he was a stupid man after all, but ying need not signal him a third time. asmodeus did not give an verbal explanation for the lateness of his reaction, only glanced toward her distant island as if to suggest it was the reason for his discreetness. if she did not believe him, it did not matter.

he stepped toward her, breath warm against the bulb of one ear as he slid one foreleg across her shoulders and began to shift his weight, wary lest this be another game and she turn her fangs upon him. but his movements were confident, teeth trailing through the fur of ying's nape as he went.