Shiloh clenched her fists and opened her eyes, looking at the sleeping Andrew. A cold glint flashed briefly in her gaze. She wanted to rush over and strangle him to protect her honor.

Yet as soon as she moved, a wave of intense soreness washed over her. This kind of exhaustion was something she had not felt in a long time. Even after being hunted by the entire martial world of the Eastern Regions and fighting for three days and nights without rest, she had never felt this drained.

She glanced around, hoping to find something to cover herself with. However, there was nothing except torn scraps of fabric.

'That bastard!' Shiloh cursed him angrily in her heart.

Against her will, memories of what happened earlier flooded back. Her flawless face instantly flushed a deep red, and the blush spread down to her neck. Just the thought of that powerless feeling, as if she were at the mercy of a storm, made her bow her head in shame.

"Don't think about it. Don't think about anything. On