By Drukhari standards, Yilafren was indeed incomparably innocent. If she had not been a fast-grown child raised in a vat, her naïveté and childishness alone would have been enough to infuriate her parents to death.
The reason, of course, would have been that their daughter had entered her rebellious phase. Instead of heeding her elders' advice to peel her classmates' skin for fun, she had gone bad and seriously studied alongside the good kids.
Yilafren licked her lips, looking nervous and hesitant.
Lin Fan could clearly feel her body trembling, and from such close range, he could hear the faint sounds in Yilafren's throat.
"Come on. I'm ready." Feeling playful, Lin Fan simply closed his eyes and waited for Yilafren to make the first move.
He had discovered back in Commorragh that this young girl was all theory and no practical experience—a stubborn type who only talked tough.
Sure enough, Lin Fan's passive posture after closing his eyes made Yilafren blush even more. She took several deep breaths, yet still could not bring herself to begin a fierce clash of teeth and tongues with him.
"What? Scared?"
Hearing Lin Fan's teasing, Yilafren snorted. "Who! Who's scared?! I came from Commorragh!"
Gritting her teeth and hardening her heart, Yilafren launched her attack.
Unfortunately, perhaps deliberately, she did not strike directly at the core of Lin Fan's position. She merely lingered briefly at less important places such as his cheek.
"Hmph! So, what do you think? I'm not as... mmph! Mmph!"
Yilafren could no longer speak. In the next instant, her position was attacked from both sides by Delia and Lin Fan. Held firmly between them and unable to move, she could only passively endure the alternating assaults of the two legions.
Lacking supplies, Yilafren's lungs began working harder. Her chest rose