Lust Is a Biological Instinct

From his collarbones to his pectorals, from his pectorals to his abs, from his abs to the sharply tapered curve of his waist—every muscle stood out clearly in the morning light, every inch of skin gleaming with the bronze sheen of countless temperings. His breathing made his chest rise and fall, the artery beneath his collarbone pulsing faintly under his skin, his vigorous masculine vitality seeming ready to spill from every pore.

Yuanen Yehui's eyes flew wide open in that instant.

She had not been awakened by noise, but by brilliance.

It was not the brightness of sunlight, but a radiance that seemed to shine from his very bones, the most primal light belonging to a male. Like a tiger stretching its sinews in the morning wilderness, like an eagle spreading its wings atop a cliff in the wind—that sense of power, that masculine, wild, utterly unadorned scent of manhood, struck her squarely in the chest like a heavy punch.

She froze.

One hand was still on the doorframe, the other paused midway through rubbing her eyes. Her entire body seemed to have been rooted to the spot by a binding spell. Her lips parted slightly, and something glistened at the corner of her mouth—

She swallowed.

Loudly.

Yuanen Yehui's face flushed all at once, from the tips of her ears to the base of her neck. Her fingers clenched the doorframe until her knuckles turned white, her nails leaving shallow marks in the wood. Her gaze was fixed on Situ Xuan, sweeping from his shoulder blades to his waist, from his waist to the sides of his legs, from his legs to his ankles—then returning to his shoulder blades for another sweep.

Lust was a biological instinct.

Just as men liked women with good figures, women naturally liked men