"You're awake." She spoke softly, her voice hoarse.
But she dared not turn back.
"Yiliang." He called in a low voice, his slightly husky and tender tone bringing her a deadly sense of familiarity.
Mu Yiliang was momentarily confused, almost thinking she was hallucinating.
Such a gentle voice, without the slightest trace of hostility or sarcasm... Was it really coming from Yan Sijue?
While she was in a daze, the man had already embraced her from behind, burying his face into the nook of her neck.
"Why get up so early? Sleep a little longer." His voice was extremely tender, and he even gently kissed her earlobe.
Mu Yiliang trembled all over!
Perhaps sensing her tremor, the man, a bit puzzled, turned her body around, lifted her chin, and frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"
Mu Yiliang raised her head slightly, meeting a pair of dark eyes filled with clear and deep worry.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but her throat was choked.
