"Muer," Ye Wuchen raised his hand and pulled Mu Ruyue into his embrace, the wickedly dazzling light in his purple eyes gleaming with tenderness, "To me, every night with you is a wedding night..."
Mu Ruyue blushed, glared fiercely at Ye Wuchen: "There are other people here, can't you stop saying such cheesy things?"
"I'm just telling the truth. Every time we reunite, we soon have to part, so every night with you is our wedding night."
Mu Ruyue was momentarily stunned.
What Ye Wuchen said was indeed true. It seemed that in the years they had known each other, the times they spent together were never as long as their separations. It seemed that after the brief moments of reunion, they were forced to part again...
"Some things will soon be over, and then our family can find a place to hide away, never to be separated again."
Mu Ruyue raised her eyes, speaking resolutely.
