At this moment, Shen Ci'an was holding Su Muyao tightly, wishing he could mold her into his heart.
Although Shen Jinsuo was also him, it wasn't the same.
They were his fusion with Xuan Che, now he was truly himself fully.
His bizarrely beautiful and enchanting long hair draped beside Su Muyao, exuding a decadent fragrance, his head dipped closer, lips unconsciously reaching for her neck exploring.
His lips parted slightly, "Wife, have you forgotten me?"
"But what should I do, I miss my wife so much."
Just holding her like this, he could smell the fragrant scent of her blood, irresistibly longing for that sweet taste.
With just a thought, his body tensed, and those two sharp fangs were about to show.
He might accidentally pierce the skin of her neck.
But Shen Ci'an forcefully suppressed this desire.
His throat moved as he suppressed the hunger and the thirst for blood.
His voice was soft and lazy, like a fragrant veil teasing the heart, making one feel itchy inside.
