The Newlywed's Sweet Honey: Husband, Pamper Me to the Bone!

Chapter 815: Second Personality (2)

Jason felt a bit uneasy but couldn’t help asking, "What happened to Yiliang?"

Yan Sijue didn’t answer him, instead he asked, "Is Xiaoze still with you?"

Jason nodded dazedly.

The man raised his eyes slightly and smiled, "Let him stay with you for a while. I’ll send someone to pick him up tonight."

After speaking, he held Mu Yiliang in his arms and turned to leave.

Jason watched his back with a heavy heart. Would Yan Sijue, in this state, hurt Yiliang and Xiaoze?

But given the current situation, he couldn’t take Yiliang and Xiaoze away together, so he could only trust Yiliang’s judgment.

Jason sighed gently and returned to the guest room area.

...

Yan Sijue carried Mu Yiliang into their bridal chamber.

The room was decorated romantically, with fresh rose petals spread across the bed, and the aroma was pleasing.

He placed the woman in his arms onto the bed, quietly observing her.

Perhaps because her long tense nerves finally relaxed, she appeared calm, but her face was still pale, and her once delicate makeup was smudged, making her look all the more pitiable.

Yan Sijue’s fingertips landed on her brow, then slid down to her eyes, finally caressing her soft lips.

The soft and smooth sensation made his heart waver.

The man’s dark eyes paused for a moment but quickly returned to calmness.

His fingers continued downward, landing on her slender shoulders, then her prominent chest... His hand moved to her back, found the zipper, and slowly pulled it down.

A large expanse of skin as fair as snow came into his view, his pupils gradually tinged with crimson.

His breathing grew heavier, yet his expression remained calm, and his fingers didn’t tremble as he completely removed her wedding dress.

Mu Yiliang seemed to sense something, uneasily shifting her body, and when his hand roamed over her, she finally woke up.

She murmured softly, opened her eyes, and after a moment of confusion, her gaze gradually focused on him.

Meeting his deep and unmeasurable dark eyes, she shrank away instinctively, moving back to avoid his touch.

Yan Sijue’s pupils slightly contracted, his eyes dark like ink.

"Afraid I’ll eat you?" he spoke lightly.

Mu Yiliang sat up on the bed, wrapped her body with a blanket, and was left speechless.

An endless silence enveloped between them, the atmosphere gradually growing ambiguous.

Mu Yiliang looked around, realizing this was their new home.

And tonight was their wedding night.

From any angle, she shouldn’t refuse him, but faced with this version of Yan Sijue, her heart was instinctively resistant and fearful.

"Tonight... there’s still the appreciation banquet, right." Mu Yiliang finally couldn’t bear the silence and spoke softly.

Yan Sijue glanced at her, looking down from above, "It’s canceled."

Mu Yiliang was momentarily speechless.

"Go take a bath and wait for me to come back." His voice was slightly hoarse, his gaze bare, "Tonight, I’ll take my time with you."

Mu Yiliang’s heart sank, her eyelashes trembled.

He let out a meaningless chuckle, turned, and walked out of the room.

With his departure, the oppressive feeling in the room finally eased significantly, allowing Mu Yiliang to reflect on what had happened.

Yes, the bomb had been successfully removed, the threat of death had vanished, Lan Yueru wouldn’t die, and no one would die.

She lay on the bed on her back, unable to help but laugh.