Hours later, Zhang Fengxi opened his eyes and fell into a daze. After their heat and rut subsided, the transformation too went undone.
He was lying stark naked on the ground, with only layers of crumpled clothes to keep himself from touching the cold surface.
Alas, it was still very cold because he had no quilt to keep him warm. Save for the soft, warm body that was cuddled to his chest.
The love of his life.
His wife.
His mate, at last.
The wound on Xie Jianyu's nape already stopped bleeding, but the bitemark would stay, proof that a mating bond between them had been sealed.
At first, Zhang Fengxi was relieved to see Xie Jianyu's sleeping face. He seemed to be fine after rolling between the sheets with him for hours.
His relief was short-lived, as the recollection of yesterday night's wild affair dawned on him like a cold bucket of water.
