Xuan Long held Su Qinglan close in his arms. His heart felt heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton.
If she punched him right now, he would probably melt on the spot. He really did not want to leave her. He hated the idea of walking out of this warm house and facing those old men.
His anger toward the Teng Clan grew even stronger.
What normal man would want to leave the woman he had loved for so long and their newborn cub just to deal with that mess? He did not want to go. He did not want to be away from her.
Once he left, it would take a long time to fix everything. Time moved differently in the upper domain. One day there could mean many days here.
Would she miss him? Would he make it back in time when the cub hatched? All these questions kept spinning in his head.
Her soft body and sweet scent made it even harder to let go.
