Droplets of sweat trace every graceful curve of her body, like dew formed in the desert. When a strange sight appears in this arid land, it signifies an upheaval; her body nears pure white paradise, not to mention her soul surging and boiling.
The Howling Wolf has witnessed the eternal connection of destiny. If there were a world on the World Wedge centered around the White Wolf Maiden in the desert, then at this moment, that world has begun to spin.
However, by daybreak, the White Wolf, which had frenzied due to emotional turmoil, had weakened into a fragile little puppy. It wasn't just a matter of strengthlessness; she didn't even dare to meet people, only curling up and whimpering.
This was a side she had never shown before, and it melted a certain part of Li Ang's heart.
But he hadn't expected that after the first time, he could no longer restrain this frenzied wolf.
