The back of Si Yi's hand was held by Yun Jian before his fair and long hand could stretch into his pants pocket.
Yun Jian looked at him with crescent eyes—a stream of warmth flashing in them before disappearing.
"Don't." Yun Jian pressed her lips together softly, her plush rosy lips sending a refreshing tingle down within Si Yi.
"I want to take down the Inferno Ring on my own." Yun Jian looked at Si Yi. Her youthful and gorgeous face gleaming with the spark of resentment. It only made Si Yi feel another prickle of itch.
His beloved was right in front of him. For some reason, he felt hot all over. Si Yi was suddenly hit with a pang of regret. Why did he even say something like 'waiting until when she's come of age'?
He had such a fine display of art laid before him yet he could not do anything about it.
