Xijian Liying always had an indifferent expression on her face, but she held Yanran's hand very tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go, she would run away.
The two walked into a large and gorgeous sedan parked on the roadside.
The interior of the sedan is very exquisite and luxurious, and a huge luminous pearl hangs inside, which shines brightly in the light.
The table is made of mutton-fat white jade, and the crystal clear fruit plate contains cleanly washed fruits.
Yanran felt her body lifted up slightly, and with such light force, the sedan chair had already left the ground.
If you are not a martial arts practitioner, you will not feel it at all. It is evident that the person carrying the sedan chair is very skilled.
After they both sat firmly, he suddenly let go of her hand.
Yanran felt the force on her hands suddenly lighten.
Looking at the red, swollen and painful hand that he had scratched, she rubbed it with her other hand.
The air became extremely cold and chilly.
Xi Jian Liying's face was expressionless, her thin lips were pursed tightly, and her dazzling eyes were filled with dark whirlpools, as deep as the sea.
His whole body was enveloped by a dangerous aura that no one dared to look at.
Yanran could feel that he was really angry, very, very angry!
If it had been before, he would have had a heated argument with himself again.
Moreover, if something like this happened, he might kill himself!
But now, he suppressed his anger forcefully.
However, he didn't look at her. If he saw her face, he might not be able to control his emotions again.
The two people were in a stalemate in this weird atmosphere.
No one took the initiative to speak to break the silence.
Yanran pursed her lips slightly, her face always cold.
She was still wearing her dance clothes, and if she bent over or moved her body, the hickeys on her body would be exposed.
She must never let this thing be seen by Xijian Liying.
What's more, after what happened to Jun Wuhen, she is also very upset now.