Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 318 - 257: A Beauty in His Arms

"R-Really?" A cold sweat broke out on Sang Luo’s back. ’Thank goodness I didn’t go in.’

"Mhm. Do you want to rest on that bench over there for a while?" The young man’s gaze fell on her face.

She had run in such a hurry that she was panting heavily. Her face was flushed, and beads of sweat plastered her bangs to her forehead. A lingering mistiness still clung to her eyes, and the tip of her small, delicate nose was also red. She looked quite pitiful.

"No, I have to go. Thanks for saving my life! I’ll repay you next time I get the chance!" Sang Luo was afraid the guards would catch up. The Holy Hall was surely conducting a massive search for the attacker. She had to hurry back to her chambers to avoid suspicion.

Before the young man could call out to her, the little female had vanished in a flash.

The young man only managed to grasp a wisp of air. He looked down at his empty palm.

’Was that faint fragrance I smelled on her an illusion...’

’Why... was it so familiar...’

Not two days later, the young man once again stumbled upon Sang Luo’s... who-knows-how-many-eth escape attempt.

This time, it wasn’t an accidental encounter. Sang Luo had caused such a huge commotion—directly bombing a chapel—that even he, all the way in the assembly hall, was drawn over, to say nothing of the Holy Hall’s guards.

The Holy Hall dispatched nearly half its guards to capture the "Destroyer."

...

Over the past few days, Sang Luo had attempted to escape another seven or eight times. Every attempt ended in failure, and she had even nearly lost her life.

Even a cornered dog will bite!

She decided to throw all caution to the wind. If the Holy Hall wouldn’t let her live in peace, then she’d make sure they didn’t either!

She’d successfully gathered intelligence: the Holy Seal required to leave was branded by a stamp-shaped Holy Artifact. As long as Sang Luo could get her hands on that Holy Artifact, she could naturally leave the Holy Hall.

Sang Luo disguised her appearance, raided the chapel at night, and tried to steal the Holy Artifact.

She was discovered mid-attempt.

’Since I’m doomed to be captured and imprisoned anyway, and these people haven’t even figured out what crime to charge me with, I might as well take a few of them down with me if I’m going to die!’ Bombing the chapel wasn’t enough to vent her anger. She would blow up whatever she came across, leaving a trail of sparks and lightning, wreaking havoc and chaos wherever she fled.

"Seize that thief!"

"There’s no way forward! He can’t escape!"

A dozen Emperor Rank guards came to capture her. Cornered, Sang Luo fled to the top of a towering spire, where the path ended abruptly in open air.

In her panic, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure directly below. Her eyes lit up. "Little guard, catch me!"

"Wait, noble female, please don’t—"

Before the young man could finish his sentence, he saw Sang Luo leap from the top of the spire. He froze in his tracks, his face a mask of astonishment.

The heavy, white chapel robes were torn away by the fierce wind. Cloud-like masses of black hair burst free from her hood, dancing in the gale. Her fair, beautiful face was filled with a joyous smile that could steal one’s breath away!

The young man instinctively opened his arms. A strand of golden light flew out, gently wrapping around her body to slow her descent and deliver her fragrant, delicate form into his embrace.

The moment the young man caught her, Sang Luo wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her delicate frame in his broad, warm chest.

Their bodies brushed against each other through the fabric. Sang Luo wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she heard the young man’s breathing grow heavy as his body tensed and stiffened. Her ear was pressed against his chest, and the sound of his rapid, powerful heartbeat thundered in her mind, causing her own heart to beat a little faster.

The surrounding noise instantly receded like the tide, and the world fell utterly silent, as if they were the only two people left.

Sang Luo looked up at the young man before her.

His lips were beautifully shaped, their color perfect and lustrous—not too vibrant, yet not too pale. He had a high, handsome nose, and only from this close could one see a very faint red mole on the right side of his nasal bone.

Sunlight scattered across his face. His pale golden hair filtered the light, outlining him in a divine radiance. It was as if he were... glowing!

The young man’s eyes were covered by White Silk, making it impossible to see his full face, but Sang Luo just knew it had to be breathtakingly beautiful. She swallowed involuntarily and was about to get down from him when she realized the man’s long, powerful arm was pressed firmly against the small of her back.

It was less that she was clinging to him and more that he was holding her captive in his arms.

The young man remained motionless, his breathing calm and slow, but Sang Luo could hear his heart hammering like a drum against his ribs!

’He had never touched such a soft body. Was her waist too slender? He could easily span it with one hand. Were all female bodies like this... His other hand was lower, almost touching her firm, soft...’

The young man’s body grew even more rigid, turning completely into an unmoving stone.

Sang Luo was the first to snap back to reality. She flashed him a bright, charming smile. "Thanks a lot!"

She had reached the Initial Emperor Rank, but she wasn’t a Flying Beastman. Jumping from a spire dozens of meters high would have definitely skinned her alive and hurt like hell.

The young man looked down at her quietly. He smelled that faint fragrance again.

The closer they were and the longer they were in contact, the more clearly he could smell the wisps of fragrance emanating from her.

It wasn’t any kind of perfume; it was her natural, alluring scent—a fatal temptation to any male.

The young man’s gaze swept slowly and carefully over her face. She was smiling happily, completely oblivious to her own disheveled state. The collar of her dress was in disarray, revealing her slender, pale neck, her beautifully curved collarbones, and a tantalizing glimpse of soft, white skin that left much to the imagination.

"Um, thanks again for this. I owe you another one. I’ll definitely repay you when I get the chance!" She placed her hands on his shoulders and tried to get down, but his hand pressed down more firmly, and his tall, straight figure easily swept her back into his arms.

The young man held her and walked straight ahead.

"Wait! You! You’re not planning to turn me in for a reward, are you?!"

Sang Luo had a very good impression of him and had almost forgotten his identity—he was a guard of the Holy Palace.

’After all the destruction I’ve caused in the Holy Hall, of course he’s going to turn me in!’

The young man just glanced down at her without a word. The little female’s smile vanished, her face draining of color bit by bit. Her long, curled lashes trembled anxiously, like a beautiful, faltering butterfly fluttering its wings before death.

He said, "You deserve to be punished."

Sang Luo squirmed and struggled desperately in his arms.

"Behave." The young man patted her lightly with a sigh of resignation.

Sang Luo froze.

Perfectly behaved.

’Was she always this obedient?’

The young man was a little surprised. Feeling the lingering softness and warmth on his fingertips, he belatedly realized where he had just patted her.

"You... You pervert!" He wasn’t her Beast Husband, yet he dared to pat her butt!

Sang Luo, blushing with anger, glared at him, only to find that the young man’s face and the tips of his ears were beet-red, like a cooked shrimp.

The young man’s reaction, however, sparked an indescribable sense of mischief in her.

’Even though I didn’t even do anything!’

The young man snapped out of it. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his unseen gaze seemed to flick rapidly over her slightly parted, rosy lips.

"I’m taking you somewhere you won’t be followed."