1889. Was it me who hurt you?
A suspicious gaze once again fell on Mu Anran.
He saw the wound on her arm and the bruises on her neck and chest.
For a moment, Yu Lingqian's expression turned very grim: "Was it me who hurt you?"
For some reason, upon hearing him say this, Mu Anran felt her eyes welling up with tears.
She tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall and shook her head gently, "I'm fine, does your wound still hurt?"
Yu Lingqian gently cupped her face, lowered his head, and kissed away the tear about to fall from the corner of her eye.
The aphrodisiac was still affecting him, and as soon as he touched Mu Anran, his emotions began to become unstable, and the blood in his body gradually started to boil.
"Mumu..."
Yu Lingqian's kisses trailed downward and finally landed on Mu Anran's lips.
He wrapped his long arms around the little figure and pulled her into his embrace.
