"This is natural." Xu Feng repeated, eyes still focused on a certain imprint.
"This is a natural reaction. This is a natural reaction." The ger mumbled as he stared at the covered sword in front of him and swallowed his saliva.
His breathing was growing unsteady as the scent in the room surged, wafting toward the two men.
Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang furrowed their brows deeply. They always needed to practice restraint when in Xu Feng's presence. The ger was strange, but very attractive, even at times like this when they should be repelled by his forwardness, he was cute?
Xu Feng lay sprawled on the king-sized bed, his silver locks cascading around him like a shimmering waterfall of moonlight. Even in the dimly lit room, the lustrous strands of his hair caught the candlelight, making them appear almost otherworldly.