Ah Tan opened her big dark eyes and looked at the man's distinctly masculine face at such close proximity, with his high nose bridge and angular, rugged features. The scar on his brow ridge added a hint of sharpness and ferocity, but she knew this man's heart was actually very soft.
Ah Tan felt parched under his gaze, and then she saw the man's deep dark eyes press in closer, the atmosphere in the tent becoming abruptly chaotic. Her vision momentarily blacked out as his dry lips and tongue pressed against her thin lips. Something exploded in her mind, a strong and invasive masculine aura engulfing her, as if the man wanted to swallow her whole like a beast.
