Waylon's eyes flashed red, and he pressed himself against the woman. His eyes locked tightly on her.

Obviously, he was extremely angry, but he didn't take any further action.

Alena felt warm in her heart. She stretched out her hand to hook Waylon's neck and kissed him for the first time in his surprising sight.

The woman's lips were soft, and the shock was fleeting. Waylon quickly regained the initiative to excuse himself from being like this to her.

"You asked for this." He gritted his teeth.

After that, he kissed her, tasting her sweetness bit by bit, his kiss was like a net of heaven and earth. Alena only...