Luna Sutton looked at Soren Phoenix's face, which could charm nations, feeling an inner conflict.
Although he seemed unreliable, he was indeed the best candidate to resolve the Wolf Tribe crisis right now.
She bit her lip, glancing at Soren Phoenix with suspicion in her eyes: "Are you sure you can handle your father?"
Soren Phoenix saw her wavering and smiled even more playfully: "Did Luna agree?"
He deliberately pulled open the collar of his Fiery Red Feather Robe, revealing a snow-white delicate clavicle, "Why don't we..."
Before he could say "roll around."
An angry voice echoed beside his ears.
"In your dreams!"
Mael Valerius grabbed and moved him aside, fury swelling in his dark gold eyes, "Luna, don't be fooled by him. This flamboyant phoenix displays for every female he meets..."
"Cousin, you're wronging me~"
