Indeed, he was swearing an oath to Shangshu, declaring his ownership of Yue Yaya.
She belonged to him, and no one else was allowed to covet her!
Recalling the intimate actions between them earlier, his gaze suddenly deepened, and the kiss intensified.
Feng Yueya was unaware of the undercurrents between the brothers; she was fully immersed in Yun Shangyuan's passion.
It felt like a century had passed before they finally ended their prolonged passionate kiss.
Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling on each other's faces.
Their eyes met, and without a word, they understood each other's feelings at that moment.
In the vast snowy field, only the two of them remained, the sunset's afterglow outlining their sharp profiles.
They quietly watched each other, and after a while, they both smiled spontaneously.
One wrapped their arms around the other's neck, and the other around the waist, holding each other tightly.
"Did you miss me?" Yun Shangyuan kissed the top of her head.
