Gu Aihan lay on a soft bed of thick furs, her limbs entangled with a handsome young man from the hunting group.
The man—strong, broad-shouldered, with a face that could charm most—slept soundly beside her, his arm lazily draped over her waist.
Gu Aihan, however, was wide awake. Her face had a smug expression.
Her lips curved into a cruel smile as she let herself indulge in her fantasies.
"This time, she won't escape. Those snakes are faster than anyone can react. Even Long Yifan can't save her now."
Her chuckle was low, self-assured.
She glanced at the young man beside her and absentmindedly traced a finger along his jawline.
He stirred but didn't wake, and she sighed with satisfaction.
He was useful—strong in battle, efficient in the hunt, and utterly devoted to her for the moment.