She was about to kiss him, but ended up not kissing him.
She said he would be disgusted by her filthiness, so she would never kiss his lips, ever.
Xuan Ying lifted his hand, placing his finger on her lip as he rubbed them forcefully, watching all color drain from her lips. Moving his lips, he spat out, "At least you have some self-awareness!"
With her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly, Feng Lingxue continued to unbuckle his belt. "Thank you Silver Mask King for the compliment."
The two who were so in love with each other behaved just like strangers today. The atmosphere in the limousine turned stifling, the temperature plummeting to an icy cold. It was difficult to even breathe.
As he held the willowy figure in his arms, Xuan Ying's face was indecipherable, seeing her delicate, radiant skin in front of him. He was reminded of three years ago, when she was about to turn 18 years old.
