1884. He actually wanted to kill her
Right now, there was nothing in Yu Lingqian's mind, he only wanted to fiercely possess her, torment her, as if only that could ease the endless pain tearing through his body.
"Mumu… can I?"
Yu Lingqian's hoarse voice sounded by Mu Anran's ear, his kiss lightly fell on her neck, carrying a probing question.
Mu Anran didn't recover for a moment; she subconsciously loosened her grip on Yu Lingqian a little and lifted her head to look at him.
Their gazes met, and she saw the desire burning in Yu Lingqian's eyes.
Those originally deep and composed pupils now seemed to hold tiny sparks, quietly igniting.
It was as if, as long as she nodded lightly, those tiny sparks would turn into a raging prairie fire, devouring all of his reason.
"Hubby, but your injury…"
Mu Anran could vaguely sense that something was off about the smell in this room.
