Mo Lin gently patted Su Youwei's back, feeling her sobs gradually subside. His heart was full of tenderness. Lowering his head, he pressed a gentle kiss to her smooth forehead and said softly, "All right, don't cry anymore. Keep crying and your eyes will really swell up like peaches."
Nestled in his embrace, Su Youwei gave a soft "Mm." Her voice still carried a heavy nasal tone, yet it was filled with dependence and contentment. She greedily breathed in Mo Lin's reassuring scent, feeling that all the waiting and longing of the past few years had been worth it.
Just then, a teasing curve suddenly appeared at the corner of Mo Lin's lips, and he snapped his fingers.
Snap! The crisp sound of the snap rang especially clearly through the quiet room.
The next moment, just as Su Youwei lifted her head in confusion, the space in the center of the room twisted. A cold, graceful figure stumbled and fell out of thin air!
It was Wu Yao, who had just left!
She was clearly completely unprepared. Her flawless face held a rare trace of bewilderment and shock, as though she could not understand how she had suddenly fallen out of the void and ended up here. But when she clearly saw her surroundings—the room full of Mo Lin statues, as well as Mo Lin and Su Youwei tightly embracing in an intimate pose—she understood at once!
It was Mo Lin! That bastard had actually used spatial power to forcibly teleport her back!
"Mo Lin!" Wu Yao was both shocked and furious. Flames seemed to burst from her cold eyes as she glared fiercely at the man with that wicked grin, her pearly teeth grinding together!
*That shameless bastard! He actually dragged her back this way just to make a