Because he drank a hangover soup laced with an "ingredient", his body intermittently felt searing heat, causing him, Huo Zhenyang, to gasp for air now and then. Due to the intense heat, he irritably took off his shirt, revealing his well-defined muscular torso.
This was the man she had longed for in her dreams but missed out on.
This time, she would not let go.
Zhenyang, do you know how much I regretted missing out on you back then?
I missed you so much every day in Europe...
I will absolutely not give up this chance again.
With a sweep of her hands, Mu Qingran's sleep dress, light as cicada wings, slipped off and fell onto the carpet.
She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, lifting her slender arms to gently caress his face, murmuring:
"Zhenyang, in these years in Europe, do you know I've been sleepless every night, always thinking of coming back to find you? I believe, you and I are meant to be together, no other woman will ever tear us apart..."
