Gradually, Bai Wanwan's eyelids grew too heavy to lift. Her breathing became even and deep as she fell into a sound sleep.
Chou Rong's rough, large hands, however, did not stop. He continued to massage her waist with the gentlest of touches.
Moonlight spilled in through the window, bathing her tranquil, sleeping face in a silvery glow.
He gazed at her small, fair face. His heart, which had never wavered even through countless battles, had now become utterly tender for her.
He had never imagined that one day, a female would come to occupy his entire heart.
In his experience, females were delicate and troublesome—creatures that needed protection, but with whom one should not become too intimate.
Yet Bai Wanwan had barged in, forceful and undeniable.
When she first gave birth to a litter of his cubs, he had thought it was merely an accident, that there would be no further connection between them.
