I don't know how long it had passed when the people outside were almost ready to rush in, and the light on the Divine Veil above had gradually faded considerably, Yan Ye finally released Beiting Huang. At this moment, he was still cradling Beiting Huang's face, a flush spreading across the young man's cheeks, with no discomfort anymore, but instead, a pair of dissatisfied eyes staring at his lips, looking incredibly eager.
Yan Ye couldn't help but laugh lightly, and as he bent down slightly, he gently licked Beiting Huang's lips. His tongue picked up a strand of Silver Thread that remained on Beiting Huang's lips and pulled it into his mouth. Their foreheads touched as he said, "Beiting Huang, I've waited for you for ten thousand years; are you only willing to repay me with an eternity?"
