With difficulty, Shengyue twitched his tongue away. He murmured, "Is it really you?" "It's not you, how could you appear in such a place? It must be an illusion, but at this time I will think of you. It seems that I really fell in love with you," said Shengyue, touching the very touching and firm face with some tenderness. Yue's eyes closed slightly, the man's lips were printed on, and then they separated. He pursed his red lips with some nostalgia. Shengyue said, "Even if it's an illusion, I'm so greedy, but how could there be a bloody smell in my mouth?"