Mo Qizong did not respond either. His black eyes stared at her closely. Light and shadow moved in his eyes, making them look affectionate and particularly alluring. His wrist was held tightly in his palm, and that small piece of skin seemed to be burning.

The woody scent of Mo Qizong's body wafted into my nose, and some intimate memories came to my mind, also in this room, on this big bed...

Xie Daoxuan's throat was dry and he didn't dare to think any further. His eyes ...