We made it through the mountain in one piece. Barely.
I could have sworn that I even heard snickers coming from the local wolfpack as the General jumped out of the way of a leaf falling from a tree. Exactly how stupid did you have to look to have an entire wolfpack laughing at you?
Even the cubs chirped and howled in amusement.
Me? I didn't even bother to hide my smile as he reached for the knife that wasn't there.
None of the men said a word, but I could hear the unspoken curses, the too-loud heartbeats, the adrenaline still leaking from their pores. Zhu Deming's face was calm as ever, but sweat had glued the collar of his shirt to his throat and the strands of his long hair to his cheek.
I honestly didn't think I had a thing for guys with long hair, after all, it wasn't something that I really saw in the Devil's Playground. But now that Zhu Deming was sporting a manbun with a silver buckle of some kind on his head, all I wanted to do was play with his hair.
