"Why don't you cherish it?"
Ming Sihan smiled helplessly. He wanted to give Ruyue everything he had, but Ruyue said that he didn't cherish what he had.
This was clearly a crime.
"If you cherish my words, then why are you avoiding my question?"
Mo Ruyue snorted arrogantly and turned her face away.
If he made her unhappy, he could forget about sleeping in the same bed as her.
Hearing Mo Ruyue's words, Ming Sihan sighed.
His dark red eyes were filled with longing for Mo Ruyue.
He realized that he could no longer be separated from this woman.
"Ruyue, isn't it good for us to stay in the Demon Realm?"
Ming Sihan lowered his eyes and looked at the white rice in his bowl. His tone was heavy.
He wanted to go to the Seven Saint Continent, but he also wanted to stay here.
