Xiyan was completely stunned.
His voice seemed not to have dissipated, lingering in her ears in an endless loop.
Like you... Like you... Like you...!
When emotions reach their peak, it's not just the tingling numbness beneath, but also her heart, utterly softened.
He said, he likes me.
Ou Jue held Xiyan's small face with both hands, looking at her with deep eyes, the movements beneath him became very gentle.
But at this moment, such gentle strength was simply torture for Xiyan.
She wanted his efforts to be a bit heavier.
Because of that drug, the body's desire devoured all the brain's operations, Xiyan unconsciously wrapped around his neck, burying her face in his neck, softly whimpering.
Ou Jue, knowing exactly what she wanted, was purposefully slow, his demon gene plaguing him as he leisurely kissed her neck, his voice hoarse, "Why are you crying? Hmm?"
Xiyan cried even more intensely.
This time it's not because of Anna, but truly because of Ou Jue's "torment".
