The journey back to the main estate felt less like a walk and more like trying to wrangle an overly affectionate, giant puppy.
Ever since they had officially mated, An Mo had turned into a relentless, sticky menace. His broad arm was wrapped tightly around Su Qinglan's waist, practically hoisting her off the ground with every few steps, while his massive, snow-white feathered wings flared out behind him, fluttering lazily and occasionally wrapping around her to trap her against his side.
He couldn't go more than three seconds without leaning down to press a warm, lingering kiss somewhere on her face.
Mwah! A kiss on her temple.
Mwah! A kiss on her burning cheek.
Mwah! A loud, shameless peck right on her lips.
"An Mo, stop it!" Qinglan hissed, swatting at his chest. Her face was flushed so red it looked like a ripe tomato. "We are almost at the main gates! Can you act like a proper, civilized beastman for five minutes?!"
