In the dim night, she stood breathtakingly beautiful in pure white, looking like a fairy who unwittingly fell into the mortal world.
"Tianling, I did not intentionally hide from you that I am still alive," Yan Yue whispered, her voice enchanting.
Ruan Tianling's gaze was deep. He tightened his grip on the cigarette in his fingers, moved closer, grabbed her chin and lifted her head.
Their eyes locked, and they found themselves unable to look away.
"Speak up, I want to hear your explanation. You better give me a satisfactory one, or else…" The man didn't need to complete his threat. She knew what he would do.
Yan Yue couldn't help but smile, "Tianling, you are the same as ever. You haven't changed at all. And I love precisely this temper of yours."
So domineering, strong and arrogant!
Such a man made her feel deeply loved and owned by him.
