Su Xiaobai chuckled darkly. 'Of course I'm not going outside.'
He sat back, watching her as she began undoing her armor, piece by piece.
First the pauldrons.
Then the arm guards.
Then the thigh plates—each one clinking softly as it hit the ground.
Underneath?
A simple silken top, thin enough to cling slightly from the rain.
And around her waist?
A light-green wrap, spiritual silk layered several times but still light enough to flow with movement.
Her hair—damp from the acidic rain—stuck to her pale cheeks, making her already fair features look like something out of an immortal's forbidden daydream.
Su Xiaobai didn't say anything.
But in his mind?
'Great bossom, good hips, definitely breedable. Would birth strong half-elf children. Flexible shoulders too—always a good sign.'
He turned off the lantern with a flick of spiritual energy.
The tent went dark.
They lay down.
She took one side.
He took the other.
Only the sound of breathing remained.
Soft, heavy, in sync.
