The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,Lou Qi wanted to retreat quickly, but his waist was held tightly, preventing him from moving. His gaze flew upwards rapidly, landing on a strong jawline first, then a thin, pursed lip, a handsome nose bridge, and finally, a pair of eyes that met his.,Headband, wearing strong attire, with a belt around the waist embroidered with ancient patterns and long cloth boots on his feet. Most strangely of all, there was also a sword at his waist!。