Your Majesty, Your White Lotus Has Become a Spirit

“I know.” His voice was hoarse, heavy with promise. “I… like you too.”

Those words were like the most beautiful dream.

Lian Yu closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

At last, the moonlight reached the couch.

Qi An looked at the unconscious woman in his arms.

Her face was pale, her lashes damp, and her lips swollen and red. Yet even in such a disheveled state, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

He reached out and gently brushed the damp strands of hair from her cheek.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her between the brows.

“I…” He chuckled softly and held her even tighter. “I really have gone mad…”