The candle tears continued to flicker in mid-air, and he suddenly spoke: "Senior Sister, your willpower is truly strong."
Mu Qingyue did not speak; she feared that once she opened her mouth, she would lose the last bit of her remaining sanity.
Her expression grew increasingly sorrowful, with a struggle interwoven between reason and desire.
How much time has passed?
Why hasn't it ended yet?
I...
In her daze, Mu Qingyue's delicate face emitted a pitiable charm under the blush, with her blood-red eyes losing their previous arrogance, leaving only a sliver of willpower struggling to support her.
"Only a little bit more." Lu Jin'an said suddenly while observing her expression.
Hmm?
The voice of Lu Jin'an entered her ears like a ray of hope in despair, causing her heartbeat to accelerate uncontrollably.
Now, is it okay to relax a little?
After all, I've held on for so long, the very last part, how could mere desire swallow reason?
