Rong Yan felt her entire palm go numb in an instant.
That numbing feeling spread throughout his entire body.
Rong Yan bit her lip. Oh no, there must be poison in Liancheng Yazhi's mouth.
Otherwise, how could it be like this?
Rong Yan stole a glance at Liancheng Yazhi, and his gaze made her shiver a little.
He felt like he was a piece of red braised meat that had just come out of his nest.
Liancheng Yazhi murmured. be good. Wanwan is our nuptial night tonight. How long do you want my Wanwan to wait? "
His voice was low and hoarse, containing too much, and also forbearing too much.
He had waited for so long, from the age of 12 to 20, watching her grow from a delicate flower bud, little by little, and bloom under his careful care. He had waited for a full eight years, and he really could not wait any longer.
