The k!ss between the two of them to make up for each other was only briefly stopped when they heard footsteps again. Liam fluttered his eyelashes and raised his head slightly to leave Lin Yang's lips that were a little hot from k!ssing. Lin Yang opened her eyes, and there was obvious dissatisfaction in her light brown eyes. Liam could see it clearly, and his eyebrows were slightly curved with tenderness. He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Don't hold me so tightly tonight."
Lin Yang's breath, which had been adjusted, became more rapid, and his earlobes were stained with crimson. He glared at her without any sense of deterrence, paused, turned his face slightly, and whispered: "Okay."
As expected, a light laugh was heard beside her ear. Lin Yang felt ashamed and annoyed, unwilling to be teased by her for no reason. When she was about to fight back, Liam took two steps back and slightly distanced himself from her. Four figures appeared in the mist.
"Miss Lin, Miss Luo, you came out specially to greet us?" The man walking in front was undoubtedly Song Chen, who was in good health. After seeing them, he greeted them loudly. Although his voice sounded clear, faint bruises could be seen on his legs. He had changed his tattered clothes from last night, and the condition of the wound on his leg could not be seen. He suffered the most during this visit to the tomb, and it seemed that he did not get a good rest last night.
Lin Yang glanced at him with a half-smile. Since this man came with them, his temperament was not as serious and dull as before. Seeing his expression now, it seemed that he was no longer obsessed with finding those "people" who were not sure whether they really existed or not. Lin Yang raised the corner of his lips and asked, "Do you have any merit that we specially came out to meet you?"
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