Beiting Huang was helplessly sprawled on the white fur blanket, her cheeks flushed with two patches of red, and her eyes, brimming with moisture, looked up at Yan Ye like a small, aggrieved animal, making Yan Ye wish he could pull her back into his arms to cherish her tenderly once more.
Xue Feng carried the sounds from inside the flying mechanism over, and Aisha still stood in the same spot, watching the departing flying carriage, her heart torn asunder, with tears already falling from her eyes.
They must have broken the heaven-sent blood contract, right? Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to do such intimate things.
In the Zhongzhou Continent, one year is ten years in the 33 Heavens. Ten thousand years ago, she and Huang Jiu were the best of friends; she had personally witnessed the entangled love between Huang Jiu and Yan Ye, two people who clearly loved each other deeply, yet both were too stubborn to confess their feelings to each other.
