Liu Ying looked at him, her heart filled with too many doubts. This was not Situ Murong's style, not at all.
He had never been such a gentle person.
He always wanted her immediately, every time.
At this moment, Liu Ying was even more uneasy, but she had no choice but to follow his strength and approach his side bit by bit.
Liu Ying walked to the sofa and stood between his legs.
Situ Murong waved at her again, indicating for her to squat down.
She did not know what he was going to do. She was very nervous, but she still squatted in front of him according to his instructions.
Situ Murong's lips were close to her ear, but they did not touch.
"You called me, so I came back," Situ Murong said. When he said this, he felt a pain in his heart, but there was a hint of mockery on the corner of his lips.
He did not say that when she called him, he was downstairs, looking at her.
Liu Ying's body froze. She called him?
