"Master, oh! It should be Yan'er. I really didn't expect that you would still fool me no matter in the past life or in this life, but this time you won't have such good luck." The man in red was half-kneeling in front of the man in white who was chained and lying on the ground with his hands, pinching him roughly. Lifting his face, the cold and pale face showed a look of pain, Mo Yicheng laughed and his blood-red eyes seemed to drip blood. He leaned closer, his warm breath sprayed on Xie Qingyan's face, looking at him with morbid obsession, a drop of blood and tears fell into Xie Qingyan's left eye, causing ripples.
Intent: To know love and understand the process of love