The inside of the treehouse was quiet and warm.
Su Qinglan was curled up in Xuan Long's arms. His large body wrapped around her protectively as he gently rocked back and forth, his movements slow and steady.
From time to time, he lowered his head and nuzzled her hair, his breath warm against her temple.
She felt sleepy… relaxed… at ease.
Then, without meaning to, her eyes drifted toward the entrance of the treehouse.
A tall figure stood there.
He was leaning lazily against the wooden wall, one long leg bent, his broad shoulders almost brushing the edge of the carved doorway. His height made the entrance look small in comparison.
Su Qinglan froze.
Their eyes met.
Shi Feng.
The Lion King tribe leader lifted his head slightly. When he saw her, his lips curved into a charming, confident smile. He gave a small nod, acknowledging her presence as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Su Qinglan's heart skipped.
