C3

The wind blew in the morning, and a hazy light was gradually cast out of the small warehouse. The white dew that had been forcefully tossed aside began to move slowly. She had not fully woken up yet.

The air was filled with moist water vapor. The temperature difference between day and night was especially obvious in this city which was close to the sea. The bone-chilling coldness seeped into one's spine, causing the dew to instinctively approach their robust bodies.

It was icy cold and stiff, as if he was leaning on a corpse.

When White Dew came to her senses, she turned around using her body to support her body. Klaus quietly hugged her as he laid on the old and broken bed.

The man was like a standard aristocrat when he slept, even if his rough and wild behavior last night was not elegant at all. But he had the air of a gentleman, and the smell was clear, with a bureaucratic domineering and estranged air.

Beneath the small window, Klaus' cruel, handsome face was dyed with a soft, ambiguous glow. The white dew on his face reddened, and he saw that there were small wounds on his face, thick eyelashes, deep contours, a high, straight nose, and thin lips that were all bluish black. The faint curve of his sneer added to his childishness.

Bai Lu's mind was in a mess, as if someone's memories were continuously mixing together with her battle.

His head was aching so much that it felt like it was about to split open. The memories and senses belonging to Bai Lu's original body rushed over like a flood. Bai Lu Ke could not help but tremble slightly.

Klaus' tough and muscular body leaned over at will, one arm wrapped around her. Even so, his face still carried a fierce hatred and cruelty.

White Dew closed her eyes and endured what she thought was a long ordeal, in a strange, cold embrace. Gradually, her body began to recover. The Lycan's physique displayed its advantages, and her strength was nurturing and healing her body.

Once again, she was sure that Klaus and she were not human. This was not the world she was familiar with.

She had to admit that she had never seen such men before. They were not human, so they all looked as beautiful as they could get.

Klaus let go of her hand, too lazy to care about the clumsy movements.

Perhaps the morning light could give birth to some strange illusion, or perhaps it was the uneasiness of someone who had just arrived in a foreign world, and was quietly escaping from the arms of a man.

If only Klaus could open his eyes and take a good look at her.