She could hardly believe her eyes—she'd always thought this was just a fat bug that spat silk and condensed golden pearls.
The Golden Silkworm King—or rather, this moment's golden-haired beauty—stretched lazily, his flowing, iridescent golden robes making his fair skin look even paler than snow, his handsome features almost unnaturally bewitching.
No one knew what material his robes were made of; they looked a bit like silk.
He tilted his head slightly, flashing Luna a devilish smile that could entice the world: "Of course! I am, after all, a sacred being. What's a transformation to me? Tell me, Luna, isn't my human form just as impressive as those beast husbands of yours?"
As he spoke, he shot a glance at Corbin Crowley, whose face was already as black as the bottom of a pot.
He actually wanted to say he was even better looking than Corbin, but swallowed the words at the last second—he just didn't have the confidence…
