Leng Xing had left. Wen Xiangyang watched the retreating figure of Leng Xing, the ageless white dress she always donned. Oddly, Wen Xiangyang felt that Leng Xing's silhouette reminded her of herself somehow, only that Leng Xing was the ice beauty, and she felt more like water.
Mu Lingqian observed Wen Xiangyang, who continued to stare in the direction Leng Xing had left in. He stretched his hand to caress her cheek, and said, "Once enough venom has been extracted, you can play with it."
Wen Xiangyang: "..."
Why was he thinking of letting her play with something so precious that other people were extremely cautious about?
Wen Xiangyang didn't reply, only stood on tiptoe, stretched her arms around Mu Lingqian's neck, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. In response, he took the initiative, wrapped his arm around her waist, twirled her around and pinned her onto the bed, planting a commanding kiss on her.