"It's indeed a good suggestion!"
Yang Tian's eyes lit up.
Who would have thought that Wu Yue's words would awaken him from a dream.
Even a dashing soldier king like Yang Tian hadn't thought of Wu Yue's remark: If apologies worked, what would be the point of intimacy?
"I'll go comfort Ying right away!"
Yang Tian said this and headed upstairs. Soon, he reached Ling Ying's door and heard the sound of swift movements from the room. He used his divine sense to check and saw Wu Yue was upset, continuously throwing knives at the dartboard on the wall.
Yang Tian quickly pushed the door open and walked in.
"Yang, why are you here?" Ling Ying was somewhat pleased, then her face turned stern: "In your eyes, I'm nothing, why are you here looking for me?"
Yang Tian didn't say anything but walked towards Ling Ying.
Suddenly, he hugged Ling Ying tightly.
Without hesitation, his lips touched Wu Yue's enchanting lips.
"Mmm, what are you trying to do..."
Ling Ying wanted to struggle.
