Mu Yiliang slightly tilted her head back, letting him take all he wanted. His kisses remained as passionate and enduring as ever, almost leaving her breathless. Yet, she felt an unusual sense of peace.
After who knows how long, a rhythmic knock came from the door—it was Yang Ru reminding them of the time.
Yan Sijue had to stop, pulling her back into his embrace, breathing heavily.
"Yiliang, give me half an hour." He huskily uttered these words.
Mu Yiliang felt a panic rise within her and clutched the corner of his shirt tightly: "Don't go."
She raised her head in a fluster, eyes reflecting a trace of fear and vulnerability: "You clearly promised me just now."
At this moment, was he really going to continue with the engagement ceremony?
