"Hmm... Luh..."
In the dim secret chamber, tears danced in the air, and some of them splashed onto Lu Jin'an's white clothes, leaving a striking pattern of tear stains.
In the next moment, Qingyue was tightly embraced in Lu Jin'an's arms.
Her slender, icy-cold hands clutched Lu Jin'an's clothes, her hair disheveled, her face appearing through the haze, like a pear blossom in the rain, yet unable to hide the cherry blossom flush on her cheeks.
A strand of hair cascaded down the side of her face, veiling the suffocating beauty, and masking the undulating blood vessels.
From shoulder to the slender yet firm waist, from the waist to the calf... every inch of skin was tensed, yet it only accentuated Mu Qingyue's cold fragrance and her pitiable appearance.
Lu Jin'an unconsciously licked his lips, the heat in his eyes not diminishing, but rather growing more intense.
This strange emotion was more evident and stronger than the first time he countered Senior Sister.
