Rhys Blackwood was standing on an ancient tree next door, the pitch-black snakeskin robe almost blending into the night.
Hearing Corbin Crowley's words beside his ear, his deep eyes looked over, "Did you tell him?"
Corbin Crowley curled his lips into a teasing arc: "Of course not, I told him Luna likes gentleness and is most afraid of pain."
No one knows that Luna actually likes it wild; being too gentle would make her dissatisfied, then she'd whine and cling to you...
Thinking of those scenes, Corbin Crowley's throat felt a bit dry, and his gaze instinctively turned towards the two people in the distant lake.
Under the moonlight, the lake surface shimmered, the sound of water accompanied by ambiguous sounds, intermittently reaching his ears, stirring the heart and mind.
Especially knowing that Zeke Veridian had prepared those things, Corbin Crowley didn't need to guess to know what would happen next.
Such a repressed demeanor!
He actually prepared so thoroughly.
