The raging sea breeze blew, a moment ago the sky was clear, but suddenly it turned gloomy in an instant.
Lu Xiaoyou stood on the deck, her long dress had already dried mostly in the wind, its wide hem filled with air like petals, constantly blooming.
She opened her arms to Long Yinxiao, the wind tousling her long hair, her snow-white delicate face showed a gentle expression, as if capable of forgiving all sins.
The man stared at her blankly, like a lost child, somewhat panicked, somewhat distrustful of the hand Lu Xiaoyou extended towards him.
Nevertheless, he wanted to try, after all, he'd already controlled this woman, and in his mind, a controlled woman wouldn't harm him.
Lu Xiaoyou walked towards him, and this time Long Yinxiao didn't avoid her but stayed put, watching Lu Xiaoyou walk toward him step by step.
She came before him, reaching out her palm to touch the back of the man's head.
