The Untamed Concubin

The eagle immediately obeyed, but moved with such gentleness as if he were lifting a fragile porcelain vase. Lou Qi stared wide-eyed, only then realizing that he had been lying on this person just moments ago, and the eagle had propped him up, his hand still holding onto him, pulling him up along with himself.,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.,The man lowered his head, gazing at the person in his arms. From this angle, the white, strange garment gaped open at the collar, a ripple of snow-white... and there were deep shadows. Crimson stains marred one ripple, then flowed along its incline, into those depths.。