Xuandou's fingers slowly slid down from her chin.
He could feel her body trembling.
Samui wanted to shake her head and push him away, only to find that her hands had already climbed onto his shoulders against her will.
Her fingers clutched the fabric of his collar with a longing she refused to acknowledge.
Under the drug's effects, her reason steadily retreated like a dam swept away by a flood, until her last line of defense came crashing down.
At last, she slowly closed her eyes.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Raikage's Office, the last glow of sunset sank behind the mountains.
The sky shifted from orange-red to dark purple.
The lights of Kumogakure came on one by one.
No one knew that in this office at the highest point, a drama of conquest and submission was quietly unfolding.
There weren't many attractive pictures of Samui to begin with, and even making them myself wouldn't make it easy to get them approved.
An hour later.
Xuandou leaned back in the spacious Raikage's chair, his face full of satisfaction.
He had to admit that Iceberg Beauty had a unique flavor of her own.
The colder and more aloof she was, the more captivating she became when she melted.
Samui's coldness, stubbornness, and defiance had peeled away layer by layer before him, and the tenderness finally revealed left him savoring the memory.
Samui stood by the window with her back to him, putting on her clothes.
Faint red marks still lingered on her neck.
A moment later, Samui turned around.
Her cool expression had returned, but her ears were still red.
Her gaze met Xuandou's for an instant before she looked away.
"Let's resume the negotiations."
Her voice was still cool, but it had lost some of its forbidding distance.