Qin Yi released her hand. Yun Huan's suave face was red. His skin was actually like hers. She did not even use much force and his face was already red.
Qin Yi coughed once and struggled not to look at her masterpiece, stating, "Let's go."
Yun Huan chuckled, not caring about how he looked. He caressed her head and replied happily, "Okay."
The two swept through the night and gazed into the darkest time. Dawn gradually came, a brand-new day having arrived.
Yang Ziyue opened her eyes in a daze, the unfamiliar room causing her to be stunned. She remembered shopping outside, so how did she arrive here?
She looked around and saw the corpse beside her. His sinister, blood-covered face almost caused her to scream.
'Isn't this- Isn't this Lu Yuansheng?'
The young lord silkpants of the base… She definitely recognized him.
Yang Ziyue was stupefied, but her wits told her to keep her mouth shut and escape out of the open window.
