"Control your eyes! If someone saw you, they'd think you were all planning to pounce on one pitiful female!"
Mortified, she buried her face into Xuan Long's damp shoulder, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Was it the long separation? Or the fact that she felt so exposed under the open sky? Whatever it was, she felt like a rabbit trapped in a den of lions.
Xuan Long let out a low, possessive hum, stroking her wet hair.
Sensing the tension reaching a breaking point, Han Jue reached into a pack they had carried across the sea and pulled out a large, supple piece of animal hide.
He tossed it to Xuan Long, who immediately swaddled Su Qinglan in it, hiding her from the world and from the searing eyes of the others.
