Rong Yan turned
Rong Yan's slender hand lifted Liancheng Yazhi's collar and touched his collarbone. Her seductive eyes were like a hook that hooked onto Liancheng Yazhi's heart.
Liancheng Yazhi grabbed Rong Yan's mischievous hand and kissed it one by one. As he kissed it, he said a string of words that were soaked in arsenic.
He said, " great, so that's how it is. I didn't say anything, and you didn't say anything either. You're old and your health is so poor. It's better for you to recuperate there, in case you can't bear the fatigue of the journey and can't take it before you're halfway home. If that happens, I'll be guilty. Don't worry, when you're a hundred years old, I'll definitely bring your ashes back to our hometown and bury you. I'll let you lie next to my grandfather. My grandfather will definitely miss you a lot.
Oh, Yueyue, I dreamed of him last night. He asked me,'why are you so filial and don't know how to go down to see him?' "
