"Big bad guy, hug me more, then... then I will be your little sister."
Mo Yuyao quieted down, burying her head in Zhou Yan's embrace like a gentle kitten.
At this moment, Zhou Yan even had an impulse to tear apart Mo Yuyao's gauze dress, then have her right then and there, to express his overwhelming possessiveness and affection through a passionate tempest.
But he ultimately didn't do so.
Despite knowing that if he acted now, Mo Yuyao would undoubtedly be extremely compliant.
Yet, he refrained.
Long Xianyin was out of desperation, what about Mo Yuyao?
Recalling Long Xianyin's disdain and instinctive aversion for men who 'start in chaos and end in abandonment,' Zhou Yan felt he couldn't become such a person.
Otherwise, he would truly be letting down Long Xianyin, the Holy Daughter, Ping'er, Mu Qingyan, Feng Lingqing, and all his Daoist couples.
So, Zhou Yan silently held Mo Yuyao, quietly guarding her.
