The airplane flew straight towards Ailan Castle, the cabin was very quiet.
Zhan Moxiao sat opposite Ou Lan, his gaze coldly fixed on her.
Because he loved her, he really wanted to step forward to pity her, hold her, kiss her, and comfort her.
But because he was annoyed with her, he wished he could devour her whole, making her a part of his body that no one else could covet.
Ou Lan sensed a dark aura continuously emanating from the man, who suddenly seemed like a devil, unrecognizable to her.
She bit her lip, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, as she stared fixedly at him.
Fortunately, she had not confessed her love to him yet, fortunately, before confessing, before giving herself to him, she had seen his true face.
Zhan Moxiao, he should not be her fated one.
All that had happened before was an illusion; she had fallen for him under the influence of the poison he had concealed, but in reality, they were not suitable at all.
