He didn't expect that even with just a breath left, Xin could strike back fiercely, giving him a hard blow!
This blow was enough to make his life unbearable.
He wasn't afraid of getting hurt himself, or even dying at her hands... he just couldn't tolerate his Yiliang becoming someone else's puppet!
If killing him was the only way for her to return to normal, he would rather die at her hands. After all, his life was saved by her anyway; without her, he might have died more than once already.
Yan Sijue's lips fell on her cheek, and Mu Yiliang instinctively pushed him away: "Si Jue, don't..."
He laughed hoarsely: "Alright, if you say don't, then don't."
Mu Yiliang quietly let out a sigh of relief.
At the banquet hall, it took her a long time to mentally prepare herself so that she could resist pushing him away when he kissed her.
But now, at the thought of engaging in more intimate acts with him, every cell in her body began to resist.
