Unknowingly, her voice had returned to normal.
Xia qingchen was startled awake when he heard the sound!
It was not a dream!
It really was her! She was still alive! And it had always been in front of him!
Unable to control his emotions, Xia qingchen pulled her into his embrace from behind.
"Ah! You ... You ... What are you doing?" The purple-eyed demoness was caught off guard. She could clearly use physical techniques to break free, but at this moment, she was like a wooden puppet, being carried by Xia qingchen in a daze.
His mind was blank and his body was stiff.
Feeling Xia qingchen's warm breath on her neck and the warm embrace she was in, the purple-eyed witch's legs turned soft. She leaned helplessly in his embrace.
"You ... Let me go ..." The purple-eyed witch's lips trembled slightly, and her voice was like a mosquito's buzz, like a pleading little sheep.
