C154 A Young Lord Steals Evil

A ripple flashed across Zhan Sijue's eyes.

Did he have a temper?

The moment she turned around, Zhan Sijue reached out his hand and steadily pulled her into his embrace.

His jaw was pressed against her shoulder, grinding it neither lightly nor heavily.

Ning Xi's hair stood on end and her body stiffened. She felt the urge to escape under her feet.

"Call me by my name