Nan Zhi was full of anger but after hearing his morbid words, she did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"You killed me in your dream and you came here to kiss me awake in reality?"
Mu Sihan's slender fingers pinched her delicate chin, his gaze morose. "In the dream, you would rather die with him than leave with me."
Nan Zhi was speechless.
Mu Sihan saw that she was silent, his gaze darkened and his hand grabbed her slender waist, his handsome face buried in her neck. "You're not allowed to go with him until I let you go, do you understand?"
His thin lips rubbed against the skin of her neck. The faint feminine fragrance captivated him and he breathed in the comforting scent that was so uniquely her.
