Su Mingyu stroked her stomach and whispered, "It would be great if we could finish this quickly …" I miss your father. "
Under the moonlight, Su Mingyu's dark green jade-like gown, her Flowered-Fog Green Grass skirt, and the thin jade-green silk dress she wore made her shoulders seem like she had a waist that had been cut in half, and her muscles looked like they had condensed into a fat that was like an orchid.
Tang Yan watched from afar and clearly heard the longing in Su Mingyu's words. Under the white moonlight, the light in Tang Yan's eyes darkened even more.
Perhaps it was because he had seen blood, but the moment Su Mingyu fell asleep, she dreamt of the bloody scene of the 21st century's first mission. At that time, she was only a child, but she didn't have a mother like Hui Ming, who protected her so fiercely.