Pain flashed in the young man's pair of inky black eyes, which held a complexity of emotions—anger, sadness, and reluctance intertwined with one another, seemingly exploding inside his head, putting him in a daze.
"Why?" Lu Heng asked in a hoarse voice. "Why do you even have him in your dreams? Do you love that man so much?"
Seeing that Yue Ran's smile was getting sweeter and sweeter, Lu Heng could not bear it any longer, and his reason was burned away by the monstrous jealousy in his heart.
On the spur of the moment, Lu Heng bowed his head and kissed the young girl's red lips, which he had been thinking about day and night.
As he had previously expected, it was as beautiful and sweet as he had imagined. He greedily ingested the breath that belonged to her and traveled downward.
In the end, Yue Ran hummed, her brows frowned, and then she let out a sigh.
