Sang Luo saw that Biya was in a terrible state. He could barely maintain his human form, having shifted into his insectoid state. A pair of colorful Butterfly Wings drooped behind him, so tormented he didn't even have the strength to flutter them.
'Is he... in heat?'
"Why didn't you tell me?"
A male in heat was tormented. Without a female to help him find release, it was akin to the torture of death by a thousand cuts.
"I don't need it! I can suppress it myself!" Biya's voice was hoarse.
But the voice, feigning indifference, held a slight tremble.
Ever since the female had entered the hall, her familiar, alluring scent had assaulted his senses. It was a bit like lily of the valley—a fresh, elegant fragrance that nevertheless made his heart pound and his blood rush.
The desire he had been barely managing to suppress now threatened to burst its banks.
He squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip until it bled. "Get out..."
Sang Luo held up the report. "I'm pregnant."
