Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 923

'Shut my eyes?'

When Sloan said that, Darryl immediately took a look at her.

Indeed, Sloan was curvy.

"You-" Sloan's face blushed; she regretted it. She would not have entered the secret tunnel if she had known that would happen.

Darryl smiled at her; he stared at her for a while before he burst out laughing. Then, he raised his hand, and a cloud of white flame surfaced on his palm!

"Darryl! You—" Sloan was annoyed; she stomped her feet. "What is wrong with you?

Didn't you say that you could not release the White Lily Cold Flame? What is that in your hand then?"

She was furious, but she was embarrassed as well.

Sloan bit her lips; she continued to scold Darryl in her mind!

'How dare you lie to me!'

Darryl smiled. "I am sorry, General Sloan. I didn't know that would happen too. I panicked, and suddenly, I can release the White Lily Cold Flame again."

As he spoke, he recalled the White Lily Cold Flame!

"What are you doing, Darryl? Why did you take the White Lily Cold Flame back?

Release it quickly to absorb this flame.” Sloan said worriedly.

"I don't need to release it; the Blood Flame will not hurt me," Darryl said with a smile.

"What about me?" Sloan had no patience for him.

Darryl had the White Lily Cold Flame inside his body, so no other enchanted flame could hurt him. However, Sloan did not. She had no choice but to form a protective shield around her body. It could temporarily block the Blood Flame, but it would not last very long!

When she saw Darryl's smile, she knew that he wanted her to beg him for his help.

'I am a female general-the best female war goddess! How can I bow to his request?'

Sloan clenched her teeth and continued to activate her internal energy to strengthen the protective shield around her body to defend against the Blood Flame.

After about ten seconds, Sloan's body turned red; she looked like she was in distress.

Darryl detected a pleasant scent approached him. He was attracted to it; he looked Sloan up and down as she stood close to him.

He must admit that Sloan had a perfect body figure.

Their bodies touched each other. If anyone were near to them, they would be shocked.

The arrogant war goddess, Sloan, had compromised with Darryl's request.

Sloan bit her lips until it almost bled when she felt Darryl's eyes on her. She felt uneasy, but she dared not move.

If she were to move, she might be out of the shield's area of protection, and the Blood Flame might burn her then.

"I warn you, Darryl! Don't get any funny thoughts; otherwise, I will not let you off the hook easily."

"I don’t lack women, why would I get any funny thoughts about you? You're overthinking this. Don't tell me that you have fallen in love with me."

"You-"

"Don't move. If this protective shield breaks, we may be burned to death." "You're doing this on purpose. You have the White Lily Cold Flame; why would you be scared of the flame burning you to your death?"