Mu Yiliang turned around and saw him, excitedly ran to his front, then threw herself into his arms.
Yan Sijue pressed down that trace of worry, smiled and hugged her tightly: "Everything there is ready-made, no need to pack."
"Oh, packing luggage is also one of the pleasures of traveling!" She looked up at him, "Si Jue, go take a shower quickly, let's rest early today, we have to get up early tomorrow."
His gaze deepened, moving from her fair and slender neck to her exposed collarbone, his voice slightly hoarse: "Alright."
This kind of gaze, Mu Yiliang was all too familiar with, she awkwardly let go of him, urging: "Go quickly, hurry."
"Don't rush, I'll be here to satisfy you in a moment." He chuckled lowly, bit her neck, and then headed to the bathroom.
Mu Yiliang touched the spot where he bit her, which had already started to burn.
A complex and strange emotion surged in her heart.
The other him, would never joke with her, would only press her down and do...
