The initial aura of Yue Wuhen was very gentle, carrying a soothing feeling.
It calmed her emotions, pouring out his longing.
Yue Wuhen lowered his head and gazed deeply at her, restraining his kisses, but the longing was like a flood, unstoppable once unleashed.
He missed her so much that his heart ached.
In the past, he was indeed detached and ascetic, but at this moment, he wanted to express his love and yearning in the most unique way.
Su Muyao could feel his restraint and profound affection.
And in his aura, she felt his longing for her.
Su Muyao also tried hard to respond to him, wanting to tell him in this way that she missed him too.
Very much so.
Under Su Muyao's response, Yue Wuhen's cold and still blood seemed to boil.
He deepened the kiss.
When Su Muyao was about to melt into water, too soft to stand, Yue Wuhen slightly released her.
Yue Wuhen's fingers held her waist, he lowered his head, his lips touched her ear and whispered hoarsely, "Shall we go inside?"
