"Xuefei, I've never let go of you." Huo Yanzhao cradled her face, his voice deep and lingering, "Give me another chance, alright?"
Yun Xuefei's lips twitched, but ultimately she looked away in a panic: "What are you talking about? I don't understand..."
"You know what I'm saying." He suddenly exerted strength, lifting her up by her thighs. Yun Xuefei was abruptly suspended in the air, let out a low cry involuntarily, and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her breathing became incrementally more frantic, and her usually composed and graceful face was tinged with a bit of embarrassment and bewilderment.
"Huo Yanzhao, it's been four years... What's the point of saying such things now?" Yun Xuefei said through clenched teeth.
The man stared at her face, then suddenly let out a hoarse laugh: "You're blaming me...right? Blaming me for the scant number of times I've appeared by your side these past four years."
