Ye Moran suddenly stood up, his amber eyes flashing a hint of blood-red: "If you dare say another word, don't think about seeing Xiao Qi and the others!"
Mu Yiliang had to stop, silently looking at him.
Ye Moran seemed to suddenly realize his earlier loss of composure, was silent for a few seconds, and then changed back to that gentle smile.
"I'm not threatening you." His voice was so gentle it could drown a person, "How could I bear to see you sad? But I really don't want to hear words like that again, so don't say them in the future."
Mu Yiliang bit her lip and nodded lightly.
His smile deepened and he leaned down to plant a light kiss on her forehead: "Good, I'll let you meet Xiao Qi and the others soon."
His kiss was cold and slimy, and Mu Yiliang forced a smile, her heart growing more suspicious and fearful.
She suddenly realized that Ye Moran's appearance might not be a good thing.
