Xiang Yin stared at those pupils as if he was confirming something, but other than passionate emotions, he could not see anything else. For a moment, he could not help but laugh.
Gu Man, who was facing the light, did not know how dazzling and beautiful she was at this moment. She was as beautiful as a person in an oil painting. She walked towards him step by step and fulfilled his wish.
His restraint instantly collapsed at this moment. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and a voice in his body kept clamoring, suppressing her and ravaging her fiercely.
The string called rationality instantly tightened, as if it could crack in the next second.
Xiang Yin shifted his gaze. He was worried that he looked too ferocious at this moment. He did not want to leave the title of beast in the hearts of the gods, nor did he want to alarm the woman in the painting and make her hide back in the frame in fear.
