Fleeing

The cold night wind blew, and in the distance, faint car lights flickered like ghostly fires. In the deep night, the sound of gunfire was so clear that it startled birds into flapping their wings and flying away.

Before, Caesar had hoped that these desperate criminals would not harm the rare birds in the forest. Now, he hoped Lola would not use her strange habit to damage his cognition further.

Obviously, Lola didn't think so. She was like a honey badger, stretching her arms to hug him, "General, I think there might have been an accident...um, do you feel something is wrong?"

Yes, he felt it. Caesar felt as if he was holding a large bundle of jasmine flowers that were blooming one after another. Her scent was strong, clear, provocative, and stimulating Caesar's nerves.

As it turned out, her heat period had arrived without any warning.

The wind brushed against Caesar's back of the hand. This place was not absolutely safe. After catching up with the car, those people would find somethin