Mu Yiliang suddenly bumped into his chest, her body tightly restrained by him!
His palm branded onto her waist, burning fiercely! Mu Yiliang felt the heat radiating from that spot, quickly spreading through her whole body, engulfing her in flames!
She couldn't help but bite her lower lip.
The man slightly lowered his head, scrutinizing her, his eyes dark and unreadable.
It seemed since the wedding started, he had been looking at her with such eyes. Mu Yiliang didn't know what he was thinking, nor did she know what he intended to do with her.
How could the current Yan Sijue, cold and emotionless, still love her as deeply as before?
For a long time, he didn't speak, and his strikingly handsome face showed no expression, full of oppression. She had no choice but to let him observe her, too nervous to speak.
After a while, he finally acted, lifting her nightgown with his scorching palm slipping beneath, accurately gripping her firm buttocks.
