His lips stopped, hovering just millimeters from the girl's.
The impending kiss came to a sudden halt.
Qin Muye stared at the girl, so close he could feel her breath. His own breathing was a mess, and conflict churned in his gray-blue eyes.
The beast in his bones urged him to lean in. If he wanted, he could kiss every inch of her, do anything he pleased.
Besides, the entire galaxy knew Qin Muye was a scoundrel who did whatever he wanted. No one would be surprised if someone like him did something despicable.
Especially not for just stealing a kiss from his own female master.
But at this moment, Qin Muye couldn't bring himself to act so wantonly in front of Jiang Qingli.
His mind was flooded with what had just happened in the spiritual realm—
She knew it was a memory, knew it was impossible to stop, yet she had still rushed forward to protect him.
