A wave of warmth drew near, and Emily and Phoebe both felt it at once-Emily against her thigh, and Phoebe against her pert, rounded bottom. When Han Shuo's large hand landed on Emily's leg, she trembled, thinking he meant to get frisky at a time like this, and raised her leg to block him in mild reproach.
As a result, her thigh knocked against Han Shuo's left hand, whose palm was resting on it, sending the back of his hand abruptly backward onto Phoebe's pert, rounded bottom.
"Mmph!" A soft cry escaped Phoebe's lips. In the darkness, Han Shuo saw her exquisite face suddenly grow burning hot, as though it had caught fire.
As a mage, Emily was bundled in thick clothing, but Phoebe was a Sword Master, and her resistance to the cold far surpassed the physically frail Emily's, so she was not dressed as heavily. Besides, a Sword Master needed to leap and maneuver in combat, and her long, straight legs were clad in ordinary warrior's clothing. With his hand resting there, Han Shuo could feel the fullness of her bottom.
In the darkness, Phoebe's face flushed with embarrassment, her bright eyes shimmering as they shifted, and her heart pounded wildly. This outrageously brazen lecher actually dared to take liberties with me in a place like this. How hateful!
Her heart fluttering, Phoebe turned her head and glared fiercely toward Han Shuo. Han Shuo was savoring a rather different sensation and could not help turning to look at her too. At the sight of her reproachful gaze, he spread his mouth in a grimace.
There was no light inside the hollow tree, but the three of them were so close together that Phoebe still saw the face Han Shuo made. She could not help feeling angry, but there