Chapter 119: Whose Fault Was It You Didn't Lock the Door!

He snapped his eyes open and met Naomi Zorn's still-shut lids, her lashes trembling faintly. Her warm breath brushed his face, carrying the sweet, clean hint of strawberry toothpaste. That sudden kiss wiped Atreus Lyson's mind blank. The agony of having his cultivation forcibly interrupted tore from his core through every limb and bone, and he swallowed a muffled groan. Naomi's awareness was a muddled haze. If she woke up, with her impulsive temperament, nobody would be sleeping tonight. Atreus...