She quickly firmed her heart, thought for a moment, and said, "Young Master Yan, I'm very moved, and I almost fell for you. But, I'm still scared."
Yan Sijue narrowed his eyes.
"It's not that you're not good, it's that you're too good..." Mu Yiliang blinked, speaking with utmost sincerity.
"Is it because you still love that man?" He suddenly grabbed her chin and asked in a low voice.
"No! And compared to you, he's nothing!" Mu Yiliang said without hesitation.
The man's expression finally looked a bit better.
"Alright, I'll give you a little more time."
Upon hearing this, Mu Yiliang heaved a slight sigh of relief, smiled, and gave the man a peck as a reward, only to be retaliated with a kiss that nearly left her breathless!!
*
Night, presidential suite.
The spacious bedroom was lit by only a dim lamp, casting light on the black bed.
"Yan... Yan Shao... I'm sorry, wuwuwu..." Mu Yiliang, nearly tormented to death, pleaded miserably, but Yan Sijue remained unmoved.
