Yan Sijue was simply in love with her bashful yet pretending to be composed demeanor; he gazed at her intently and once again lowered his head to claim a kiss.
Mu Yiliang was kissed almost to the point of breathlessness. The kiss ended, but he still held her tightly, his breathing gradually heavy.
"Young Master Yan, why are you doing this..." She glanced at a certain area of his, deeply sympathetic.
Yan Sijue frowned darkly and bit into her cheek viciously, "Just you wait..."
"Alright, I'm waiting," she was unafraid, smilingly, making the man's eyes blaze.
Mu Yiliang hurriedly changed the subject, "Your poison addiction...has it been completely overcome?"
Yan Sijue steadied his breath and responded faintly, "Yes."
"It was difficult, wasn't it?" Mu Yiliang recalled the pain of his addiction attacks and couldn't help but feel some heartache.
The man was silent for a while before saying, "It was manageable, could be endured, after all, it wasn't the first time."
