The Moist Lips Came Pressing Down...

Yuan Xuan's gaze was like flashes of lightning streaking across the sky. It was so piercing cold that people could not look straight into his eyes.

Mu Chenyan's legs felt like they were loaded with lead as she mechanically moved her feet.

Every step she made, it was as if she could hear her footsteps pounding on her heart's door.

"That… is really Mu..." Before Shao Yibai could finish his words, the corner of his shirt was yanked by Yuan Xuan. Shao Yibai was not a fool. In the end, he did not finish saying Mu Chenyan's name.

Shao Yibai shifted his gaze and swept across Yuan Xuan. Seeing Yuan Xuan's calm, non-perturbed, and steady expression, Shao Yibai silently gave him 10086 'likes' in his heart.

F*ck!

He truly was Third Young Master Yuan!