Chu Liuyue's heart suddenly skipped a beat along with the candle flame.
Footsteps approached from behind as if stepping on her heart, until a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind.
Rong Xiu pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder as he sighed.
Their breaths met.
He did indeed smell of intoxication and alcohol. When mixed with that faint cold fragrance, it seemed to create an irresistible fatal attraction.
Chu Liuyue suddenly felt at ease. She reached out and folded her hand with Rong Xiu's.
"Yue'er." Rong Xiu's voice was low and pleasant, even a little hoarse. "You're mine."
He was gentle, firm, and domineering.
Chu Liuyue's heart seemed to be filled with something. She smiled warmly and said, "Yes. I'm yours, and you're mine."
They had each other. They belonged to each other.
