The moment Bai Yao appeared in Jiang Xinli's room, a High-level sound insulation barrier enveloped the space.
When he smelled the strong cedarwood scent in the room—a scent unique to Sheng Tianze—his clear, emerald-green eyes darkened slightly.
The bed was slightly disheveled, holding a trace of lingering warmth and the heavy scent of a female and a male's recent pleasure.
Bai Yao's gentle gaze paused at the foot of the bed—
From beneath a corner of the covers, a luxurious silk undergarment—one belonging to a Male Beastman—was peeking out.
Vivid images flooded his mind unbidden.
His heart felt as if it were being brutally ground down by a dull knife dipped in unripe lemon juice, and he could barely breathe.
Bai Yao took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he flicked his long, slender, pale fingers, and a gust of wind, gentle yet powerful, quickly straightened the bed.
