"Come back with me." Li Yun released her. His breathing was still a little ragged, but he spoke with urgent impatience.
Li Yun stared into Ming Lingyi's eyes. His voice was low, carrying a tone that brooked no argument, yet it also held a nearly imperceptible plea. "Come back… Whatever you need, I can give it to you."
'As long as Ming Lingyi is by my side, I'll do anything she asks.'
"Except for freedom." 'How could she not be the least bit moved?' But she was accustomed to remaining composed. She calmly finished his sentence, her wrist shifting slightly in his palm. It wasn't a struggle, just an adjustment of her position, because she knew that struggling now would be futile against Li Yun's grip. "And except for my freedom of movement. Am I right?"
Li Yun was rendered speechless.
This wasn't an Emperor's instinct, but a man's intense possessiveness for the woman he loved.
