The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,This is what! Don't tell me the just-passed life-or-death situation was a dream, there's no way it could be so clear and realistic!,A person sat on the ground, another sitting on top of him. His waist was locked by a pair of iron arms, held securely in their embrace. He had nothing covering his body, completely exposed. Two round orbs pressed tightly against his blood-stained chest. Only then did he realize how strong the other was; because in their embrace, he seemed so small. His face only reached the other's shoulder.。