Unaware of how much ti had passed, the sun gradually set in the west.
Mu Yiliang shifted slightly, opened her eyes, and for a mont appeared dazed, suddenly realizing that Yan Sijue was right in front of her!
Her eyes imdiately widened!
"Awake?" The man chuckled softly.
Mu Yiliang carefully sat up, moved Xiaoze’s still sleeping arm aside, and then sat up.
"When did you get here? You scared to death..." she mumbled, yawning at the sa ti.
Yan Sijue smiled and bent down to scoop her up in his arms!
"What’s the matter?" Fearing she might wake Xiaoze, Mu Yiliang only asked after being carried out of the room.
"What do you think?" The man raised an eyebrow, carried her into his room, placed her on the bed, and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
His gaze was too deep and dark, gentle yet affectionate. Mu Yiliang found herself almost drowning as she t his eyes.
Feeling her cheeks inexplicably warm, she awkwardly averted her eyes. Yan Sijue laughed softly, cupped her face, and refused to let her escape: "Yiliang..."
Mu Yiliang’s eyes darted around: "Well, did you finish your work?"
"Look at !" He approached her discontentedly, his lips just inches from hers, as if he could kiss her any second.
Fine, if you want to look, I will! Not afraid of you at all! Mu Yiliang steeled herself and t his gaze.
The man’s eyes were truly beautiful, perfectly shaped, sharp and imposing, yet full of tender emotions. As Mu Yiliang was intently looked at by him, the dark and profound eyes seed to reflect a sky full of stars in which she saw her own reflection, causing her breath to gradually beco heavier.
"You’re blushing..." he murmured in a hoarse voice.
Mu Yiliang weakly retorted, "I am not..." Yet she couldn’t move her gaze as if she was rooted in place.
"Liar." He chuckled softly, his throat bobbed slightly, and the next second, he pressed her into his embrace firmly, kissing her deeply.
Mu Yiliang was stunned.
In her mory, this was the first ti he had kissed her so gently...
Yet it was gentle and wonderful to the extre.
Her heart ward, and she couldn’t help but reach out to hold him, gradually responding to his kiss.
Feeling her passion, Yan Sijue’s heart ward, and his actions beca fiercer!
"Uh..." Mu Yiliang imdiately regretted it, desperately using her fists to resist his chest, forcing him to stop.
"Don’t be afraid, I won’t do anything to you." Yan Sijue’s voice turned even hoarser, clearly aroused, but his face showed a hint of regret.
Mu Yiliang asked suspiciously, "Really?"
"Really..." he sighed softly, "About last ti... I’m sorry."
Mu Yiliang paused for a mont before realizing he was referring to that ti at the hotel when his addiction flared up.
"Qiao Yebai showed your diagnosis; I didn’t expect it to be so serious..." He tightened his grip on her hand, remorseful in his voice, "I’m sorry."
Mu Yiliang blinked, initially wanting to say it wasn’t that serious, but seeing his expression...
"So," her smile grew wider, "you won’t touch anymore in the future?"
"How is that possible?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously, "But for now, I’ll let you go!"
After all, when she felt better would ultimately be her decision. If she claid discomfort, would he dare to force himself on her?
Thinking of this, she felt much better.
Yan Sijue seed aware of what she was thinking, a glint of danger flashed in his eyes, and the next second, Mu Yiliang’s lips were fiercely sealed by him again!
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