Chapter 288 Chapter 286 Truly Fragrant
Inside the tent.
Eve Frostleaf was soaked. The snow-white silk clothing clung tightly to her body, and the tips of her silver hair dripped with water.
George held her tightly. Her body was soft and cold, like a melting ice cube. Rainwater seeped out from her clothing, soaking his rough linen clothes. Her skin was flawless and snow-white, like snow under the moonlight, smooth to the touch.
The two remained silent, substituting words with actions.
Her lips were a pale red, cool to the kiss. Yet her passion was intense, as if a fire was burning, melting the hard ice. She initiated the kiss, rubbing against him, holding him close, even pushing off with her long leg on the ground, her toned calf tensing as if to topple him over.
George stood firm, not budging. He kissed Eve Frostleaf’s long, slightly curved ears, which turned crimson at his touch. Seeing her long neck, white with a hint of pink, filled George with joy.
Finally, they separated. Eve Frostleaf’s emerald-like eyes were also dampened. She whispered, “Be grateful, short-lived creature, I escaped on my own.”
George swept her off her feet and pinned her shoulders to the ground.
At that moment, Eve Frostleaf’s long ears twitched. She didn’t say anything, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Jima was right.
George suddenly thought of Jima’s suggestion. Seeing Eve Frostleaf lying on the ground ignited a flame in his heart, just as he was about to kiss her again.
He sensed someone outside, paused momentarily, and asked, “Frostleaf, do you hear anyone outside?”
Eve Frostleaf, due to her extraordinary abilities and racial gifts, could always sense distant individuals, no matter where she was.
She smiled at him, suddenly kissing him deeply, or rather biting his lip, even more fervently and vigorously than before.
George had to use sheer strength to restrain her.
It seemed he could hear someone gritting their teeth outside the tent.
But Eve Frostleaf attacked him once again. George caught her wrist, pressing down both her wrists with one hand, casting aside his small doubts.
Right now, he only wanted to submit to the beast roaring inside him, no longer thinking too much about kindness, justice, and morality—those things were too tormenting.
Coincidentally, Eve Frostleaf also wished to kick away the “nobility” imposed on her, wantonly destroying all the decorum that had been drilled into her since childhood. She didn’t mind George’s ugly horns, nor did she care that the ground would dirty her silver hair.
In fact, those things seemed to make her even happier.
Outside the tent.
Two feet wrapped in silver hair extended outside, continuously stretching and stamping on the ground, getting smeared with muddy water. The silver hair was soaked through, revealing the pristine skin beneath, and it was strikingly noticeable against the dirt.
As noticeable as a flame, burning in Jima’s wide golden eyes.
This masochistic long-eared girl! She must have heard my flight long ago and known I was coming, and now she was provoking me!
At that moment, a soft moan echoed from inside the tent, while outside, the toes of one foot were spread wide, with the little toe aimed directly at Jima, even giving a little lift.
That girl!
Jima’s fists tightened, breath heavy, nostrils flaring.
She felt mixed emotions, or perhaps every emotion at once: jealousy, anger, and desire.
Jealous of George for being one step ahead. Damn it, what happened to being a gentleman? Why was he so decisive? I hadn’t even gotten around to tricking the silver-haired beauty into bed yet!
Why? I clearly arrived first, I’ve already pua’d the silver-haired legs, and yet you waltz in to pick the fruit.
I even brought food! Really!
And she was furious with Eve Frostleaf.
Clearly a noble high elf princess, how could she do something like eloping? I know that high elves are quite chaotic behind the scenes, but sneaking off from the dragon ship and swimming back was so exaggerated. Did it really have to be that urgent?
Couldn’t she wait for me? I hadn’t even made my move.
Then came the desire.
That desire made her stand with her feet turned slightly inward, wiping her face only to realize her cheeks were burning as if on fire.
At that moment, the sound of fabric tearing echoed from inside the tent, followed by a low growl.
Hehe, they’re really getting into it. George, oh George, I remember when I advised you to be tough. You were so prim and proper back then, and now you’re resorting to my ways?
Jima looked down and saw a bamboo basket covered with white cloth, filled with dishes she had meticulously cooked, hoping to please George and spare herself some pain.
Now it seemed so ironic.
It’s decided! No matter what, I won’t let that brat enjoy himself. This green hat? I shall wear it with pride!
In a moment of madness, Jima whispered, “Come out, Bald Qiang.”
Behind Jima, a giant man over two meters tall with a bald head and a rugged appearance suddenly appeared, clad in steel armor, hastily made by extraordinary craftsmen in Marin City overnight. Draped over his shoulder was a cape inscribed with five words: “My Name is Bald Qiang.”
Bald Qiang hovered in mid-air, like a guardian spirit.
Right, just like my past life, I’ll sweep this tent away with one kick and reprimand them in a voice of justice. The reason? After all, I am his fiancée; what’s wrong with feeling a bit jealous?
This impulse almost led Jima to order Bald Qiang to kick through.
But fortunately, she had a modicum of reason.
If I do that, facing George and Eve Frostleaf’s wrath, um, I have the strength to escape, but what then?
My relationship with Eve Frostleaf would surely plunge to freezing point.
From that moment on, I would truly have to say goodbye to the silver-haired legs forever.
But what about my dignity? How could I munch on leftovers while tolerating her provocation?
Bald Qiang received Jima’s thought and turned, preparing to sweep his leg.
But his robust leg halted half a meter away from the tent.
Damn it, I still can’t bring myself to do it. Why am I so weak?
Jima angrily swished her tail, wishing she could stab herself.
But stubbornness being what it is, she finally took a deep breath, waved her hand, and Bald Qiang disappeared into the air.
Looking on the bright side, I’ve considered this position and even hoped for it.
As the saying goes, your harem is also my harem; rounding it off, isn’t it equivalent to rebuilding my harem? After all, I love beautiful women the most, and I especially adore extraordinary beauties.
But this is different.
I should have taken the first move. I should have been the first to enjoy, and then it would be George’s turn to have the leftovers. How did things develop to this point?
George clearly took the moral hit, how could he possibly charm women better than me?
Why was his luck with women so good?
The tearing sound from inside the tent ceased, followed by Eve Frostleaf’s startled cry. One of her legs that had extended out was grabbed back by a hand, and then there was another tearing sound.
So envious!… No, if I stay here any longer, I won’t be able to contain my reason, and I’ll have to say goodbye to the silver-haired legs completely.
Thinking this, Jima spread her wings, intending to fly away, but then realized her wings felt weak; struggling hard, she flew a few meters before she couldn’t resist ultimately returning, much like an internet addict unable to resist the temptation when passing by an internet café.
I might as well listen outside.
Jima thought, pulling out a roasted chicken leg from the bamboo basket. Taking in the peach blossom scent in the air, she took a bite of the chicken leg and whispered, “So fragrant.”
