Qingyi saw a rare confusion in Mo'anyin's eyes. She closed her eyes slightly and felt bitter and astringent in her heart.

Perhaps there should be no emotion between them except hatred, in which case, no matter she or he, everyone would be more relaxed.

The slender neck moved, and suddenly Tsing Yi came to Mo An-yan.

She stretched out her soft arms in the most taboo position of a mercenary, showing her defenseless side completely.

Moan Yan's eyes were bright and dark, and for a while he did not guess what the woman wanted to do.

The next second, I heard the quiet opening of Tsing Yi.

"I know you...