Ever since he woke up that evening, Lao Si had been waiting for her. He waited for a very long time, hoping she would come back soon.
The Golden Triangle was indeed a dangerous place.
Since they had arrived there, he had seen more dead bodies than he could count on both hands.
He knew his wife was strong, and he knew she was skilled in combat. So far, he had never seen anyone who could defeat her.
But knowing was one thing, and worrying was another; he was still scared. He dared not leave, fearing that if he left rashly and his wife returned, they might miss each other again.
So all he could do was wait.
After pulling his wife into their room and closing the door, he pressed her against it. His kisses were like a blazing fire, like a wild beast, gnawing at her, biting her. The man of few words could only use this method to confirm she was safe, to be sure she was by his side.
