He heard her breathing becoming rapid and unsteady, and saw her cheeks flush, seemingly aroused.
Cen Dongsheng's body quietly relaxed.
"Just one step to cross"—
That's right, it's just that simple.
Let the past "An Zhizhen" stay in the past.
Just like on the balance of life, his weight as a Curse Forbidden Master far exceeds that of an ordinary person; those seemingly long years spent looking up daily cannot compare to these few months of close companionship.
In front of him was just a woman yearning for love, his beloved elder sister, what was he still hesitating about?
Without a word, he reached out, lifting that soft and full body amidst her small gasp, and carried her out of the car.
He strode forward, opened the house door and closed it with a kick, taking off his shoes and heading upstairs.
"You're so impatient."
