Mu Yiliang stared at him blankly, and after a long time, she placed her hand in his palm.
He seemed to tremble for a moment, a hint of suppressed ecstasy flitting across his face.
Slowly, he tightened his grip, as if finally reaching the limit of his endurance, and suddenly pulled her into his embrace with force!
Mu Yiliang felt as if she had collided with a wall!
His chest was hard and scorching, no, not just his chest, his entire body was burning hot, as if every cell in his body was boiling!
The bitterness from the depths of her heart surged up without warning, making her involuntarily extend her arms and hug his waist.
"Yan Sijue..." she softly called his name, letting those two words roll off her lips, "Si Jue..."
The deadly familiarity, it wasn't her illusion.
It was as if she had called him like this countless times before, whether playfully or angrily, excitedly or gently.
