Accompanied by the gentle trembling of his wrist, the icy and evil aura of the "Fallen Hour" suddenly slid into Lynn's arms.
However, he couldn't pick it up; instead, he slowly clenched his fist.
Perhaps there was some, but not because of these.
The tingling sensation from his tongue and the sudden, intense urge that overwhelmed his body made Lynn lose his rationality subconsciously.
Somewhere, there was a disturbance suggesting that his current state was not good.
Yun Chang seemed overly excited.
In an instant, Lynn realized that the groove on his tongue had accumulated enough desire, forcefully initiating it.
Not long after he was tripped by the Princess in the carriage, it was occurring again so soon.
Especially in such an awkward and silent situation.
Perhaps Ivyst didn't consider all these when she set this mark, thinking Lynn would always be by her side.
She never anticipated that just about a week after starting his return trip, he would turn the Imperial Capital upside down, even having to flee.
What surprised her even more was...
The second time the mark acted up... the woman by his side was not herself.
Fate is truly peculiar.
However, at this moment, Lynn was in no mood to contemplate these trivial matters.
One second he was immersed in the oppression of Tiya's unknown fate; the next, his mind was filled with thoughts of forcing the black-haired beauty beneath him and making her cry.
Because the only ways to break this mark were to forcibly endure it or release it completely.
To do so would be to destroy the affectionate persona he had painstakingly created.
Yun Chang, do not overestimate yourself!
Lynn bit his tongue, allowing the sting and the taste of blood to permeate his mouth, hoping to awaken himself.
Yet the faint scent of her body constantly urged him, enticing him to commit an atrocious act towards the girl beside him.
At this moment, his rationality was fiercely battling with his animalistic desires.
Even his body was trembling slightly.
However, lying on the other side of the bed, Tiya had no idea what was happening with Lynn.
As time passed, the initially nervous her gradually relaxed, her small feet wrapped in white stockings gently lifting, the pale pink nail polish on her toes looking quite endearing.
The fatigue from constant running and power depletion surged up like a tide as Tiya let down her guard.
Soon, her breathing became deeper, and she seemed to fall into a deep sleep.
But she didn't notice...
Shortly after she fell asleep, a figure slowly crossed the blanket barrier and leaned over to observe her.
The sight of the young girl wrapped in a moon-white robe, her burgeoning breasts and slender waist nearly drove him mad.
Further down, her long, shapely legs were encased in clean, smooth white stockings showing a healthy skin tone.
Seeing this, his already heated breath quickened.
At this moment, the defenseless girl was easy prey.
Finally, he could no longer withstand the desire and impulses brought by the mark, and he lowered his head deeply, wanting to fiercely suck her sweet, soft tongue into his mouth.
Yet, just as the event was about to transpire, the girl, immersed in sleep, suddenly furrowed her brow.
This call, like a bucket of cold water, shocked him into soberness.
He seemed stunned, unsure what he was considering, silent for several seconds before he softly sighed.
The hand that had been over her breasts paused, then changed direction, moving to her ear, gently adjusting some messy hair.
After doing all this, the youth painfully moved his injured body back to the other side of the bed, continuing the fierce struggle with the desires inside him.
Yet, he hadn't expected...
Not long after that call, the girl might have dreamt something, as her previously tense eyebrows gradually relaxed.
At the same time, she muttered something.
She seemed to be asking, then repeated it as if confirming,
When Tiya awoke from her sleep, she first looked at the ceiling in confusion, then suddenly realized the situation, her gaze instantly becoming alert.
It was really too lax.
Although there were factors beyond her control, it wasn't an excuse.
Had someone come looking last night, she and he would likely have been captured by now.
Speaking of which, it was strange.
Even when in the Silent Church, she had never slept so well; there had always been a slight murmuring of women's voices, which, upon reflection, was deemed a revelation from the goddess to be listened to at all times.
Perhaps this was part of the duty of being a Silent Saintess, even though she had never understood the content of those murmurs.
Instead, beside that man, she had slept exceptionally comfortably.
As if all those murmurs had been completely blocked out.
But this was uncertain, just her conjecture; the actual situation still needed further testing.
With this thought, Tiya slowly sat up and placed her stocking-covered feet lightly into short boots, then got up, arranged her long hair, and turned to look back towards the other side of the bed.