The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call



Chapter 1789 Destroyed

Dalton had never experienced being pinned down and taken advantage of. This was the first time he had been in such close contact with someone. After all, no one had ever dared to do anything to him. This was undeniably a novel experience.

When Wynter pressed closer, Dalton discovered just how soft a woman's body could be. Like silk, Wynter was almost too tempting to let go.

But she was too cold. Dalton could tell with just a touch that it was due to her unstable spiritual form. However, this puzzled him. Why was Wynter's spiritual form unstable in the first place?

Ever since he had emerged from the refining flames, certain things about him had vanished - he could no longer trace retribution, but he could still see through spiritual

manifestations.

Wynter was entangled in personal burdens she had gotten from somewhere. Usually, cultivators avoided personal burdens at all costs, as they led to an ill-fated end. Yet, she didn't seem like the type to court disaster.

As Dalton lowered his gaze, his long lashes fluttered slightly. He simply let her steal warmth from his neck.

His fingers curled around Wynter's. "You shouldn't be so reckless, miss. I am a man, after all."

His tone was so calm and indifferent. It didn't sound like he intended to do anything-or even wanted to. His expression was utterly impassive, his refined features as pristine and distant as a snow sculpture in winter.

"How can someone have such pale and smooth skin?" Wynter murmured against his skin, her fingers restlessly exploring. After all, Dalton was weaker than her. His fair, delicate complexion made him look like he was perfect for bullying.

Almost effortlessly, Wynter slipped free from his grasp and pinched his cheek. "Tell me that again when you've grown up a little. Don't worry, I won't do anything. I just want to stick close to you."

Dalton showed no reaction. Even after being teased to this extent, he merely turned his face slightly away.

Wynter's words sounded an awful lot like, "I won't put it in. Just let me rub against you a little."

Either way, her movements were growing increasingly brazen. Her fingertips trailed across him without a hint of ulterior motive she really was just trying to warm up.