This woman was tender as water, a color that stirred the soul, ensuring his world never knew despair.
When he first received the inheritance from Sheng Tianzhan, he thought he would follow in Sheng's footsteps, disregarding the matters of love between men and women, wholly pursuing the ultimate in martial arts. But in the end, he was not Sheng Tianzhan; he was Liu Wentian. He had his own emotions; he was merely an ordinary man.
"Alright, Sister Yueyue, yes, I do want to take advantage of you, and I won't allow any other man to do so. In this world, only I can. Do I make myself clear?" Liu Wentian suddenly said arrogantly, grabbing Li Chuyue's hands with a serious tone.
"Ah! Liu Wentian, you... you..."
Li Chuyue never expected Liu Wentian to suddenly grab her hands and declare such possessive words.
She felt as if her heart had melted, the air seemed sweet, and the whole world was filled with bright and captivating beauty.