"Yan Yan, how can I bind your heart so that it will never leave my arms?" Ximen Yi's voice actually trembled.
Yan Yan picked up the silk scarf with her little hand and covered her face slightly with a smile that made her smile: "So what if it takes your life?"
Ximen Yi stared obsessively at the beautiful smile in front of him, and gently stretched out his hand but did not dare to touch it, as if that ethereal smile would disappear in an instant: "If you want it, I will give it to you! I will give you whatever you want."
The smile in the woman's eyes faded: "Is that so..."
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