No matter what happens, she must remember that this man loves her more than his life; she is no longer alone.
Yan Sijue was momentarily stunned, his dark eyes deep and inscrutable.
"I believe it," he said softly, suddenly picking her up in his arms.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
"Didn't you say you were almost smelly? I'll help you take a bath."
"..."
******
Once Mu Yiliang's body had almost recovered, the plan to return was put on the schedule. Su Yan was still nowhere to be found, so Yan Sijue left part of his team on standby.
Qiao Yebai was also recovering well, estimated to return around the same time as them, and Jason managed to arrive at the last moment.
At that moment, Mu Yiliang was leaning against Yan Sijue's chest, the man was reading her a novel.
Mu Yiliang smiled: "Young Master Yan, your voice is so nice. If you ever have nothing to eat, you could always be a broadcaster."
