Nangong Liuyun gazed deeply at Su Luo. His lips parted and closed slightly as a solemn, suffocating atmosphere surrounded them in their silence.
Suddenly, Nangong Liuyun’s long arm swooped in and brought Su Luo tightly into his arms.
His arms were strong and forceful, his chest was warm and hard, holding her tightly in his embrace. The hold almost squeezed out all of the air from her lungs, nearly suffocating her.
His action was wild, tyrannical and intense; rejection was not an option.
Coming from nowhere, the tight embrace caught Su Luo unprepared. By the time she recovered her composure, she was already imprisoned in his arms, unable to make the slightest move.
He hugged her very, very tightly, and his lanky physique trembled slightly; a hard to suppress moving emotion as if having found the precious treasure he had lost before.
But, was it really possible? The corner of Su Luo’s lips lifted in faint irony.
She wanted to push away from him, but found her own strength before this man was comparable to an ant trying to shake a giant tree, unable to move it a single jot.