"A friend." Liu Ying was slightly shocked. She thought for a while and then replied softly.
"What friend?" Situ Murong still stood there and looked at her. He did not approach her, nor did he pull her into his arms as usual.
"A friend from when I was young." Liu Ying could not explain too much to him, nor did she dare to explain too much to him.
She clearly knew how terrifying he was, and she also clearly knew how cruel his methods were.
When she met his slightly narrowed eyes, Liu Ying's heart trembled slightly. She was afraid. She was really afraid of him. She had been afraid of him for five years.
He could hear her perfunctory tone, and he could also see that she was hiding things from him. He could also see that she was afraid of him.
He hid his hand by his side and gripped it tightly. Then, he suddenly took a step forward and pressed her against the balcony.
In the next moment, he quickly lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.
