Liem scattered some hay for extra cushioning before he placed his fur cloak on top.
Then he placed the woman on top slowly, her black hair spilled around her face and she looked like a sleeping beauty.
As he lowered her head in the palm of his hand he felt a sizable lump at the back of her head.
He perceived that the lump may be the reason for her current unconscious state.
"Such a beauty for a foreigner," he observed.
Zander felt an irresistible pull to caress her face, pausing at the curve of her plump lips with the tip of his calloused finger, her pure skin was exquisite and blemish free.
Meanwhile Liem had grown impatient, "move aside and let me get a better look."
He felt that just because he was the older one with more tenure that made him feel in charge of the success of the mission.
Not many foreigners came to their world and who knows when he would get another chance to observe such a unique specimen.
