Space Sac

When Zhao Shuning left, she turned around and looked at Yan Ruyu on the bed for a long time.

His current Master.

He was much more childish and his future shadow could be vaguely seen within his grave and stern face.

She coveted this face.

But in this plane, there was no way she could have him.

When the young girl left.

The green-robed man's eyelids twitched, but he did not open them in the end.

Roughly two hours later.

Yan Ruyu only slowly opened his eyes when he felt that his body could move.

In his eyes, there were doubts, helplessness, and a little shyness.

He could vaguely sense what had happened before, but he also felt that it was just an illusion.

At this moment, Yan Ruyu's four limbs were still sore.

He dragged his tired body to a sitting position.

"Luo Qiu?"

No one answered him.

He called out again, but there was still no response.

Yan Ruyu sighed.