This villa, Mu Yiliang had visited before, but never stayed. However, it continued the style of the Yan Mansion in City A, with little difference in layout and structure, so she quickly adapted.
Yet, thinking about returning to Yan Sijue's room, her eyes reflected a bit of struggle and resistance.
Yan Sijue noticed clearly but still led her inside without further ado.
The room's decor remained low-key and luxurious.
Mu Yiliang was involuntarily seated by him beside the bed.
Yan Sijue squatted in front of her, holding her hands in his palms, quietly observing her. His gaze was intensely focused, as though trying to memorize every inch of her.
Mu Yiliang's face gradually reddened, stammering as she spoke, "What are you doing?"
The man chuckled hoarsely, reached out as if to touch her cheek, and Mu Yiliang instinctively dodged.
His fingers paused briefly but still stroked her face.
Mu Yiliang lowered her eyes.
