"I don't want to."
Chuzheng lifted her foot, stepping onto her shadow, and walked into the darkness.
Lian Qiong's beautiful eyebrows raised, his pupils consumed by darkness, and his clear outline gradually became blurry.
He held back a smile at the corner of his lips and stepped forward to follow her.
"Why not? Wei Country is your hometown, isn't what you want most to return to Wei Country?" Lian Qiong's voice flowed in the darkness, seeping into the bottom of Chuzheng's heart.
Always with a seductive smile, yet with a hint of pampering.
It makes one always want to indulge in his voice, as if being protected and cherished by him...
"Do you always talk like this?" Chuzheng turned around and asked him.
Lian Qiong almost didn't stop in time and nearly bumped into her.
Up close, Lian Qiong could smell the faint scent of alcohol on her, that of the Pouring Red Building's signature, the Thousand Day Spring he disliked the most.
It was an intense smell.
He didn't like it at all.
