Chapter 89 Chapter 89 It was obvious that just now when he was on her back...

Clearly, when he was on her back just now, and she heard his voice, it was still the familiar Mu Yang. But when he was sleeping peacefully, he became so unfamiliar that it made her uneasy.

Li Yian rubbed her temples with a headache. In a few hours, she would set out with the other members of the Theological Society to fight the monster. She had no idea what the monster was like, so the most important thing she should do now was to go back and have a good rest.

As for the fact that Mu Yang and she had become enemies, thinking too much about it would not help.

Li Yian stood up, walked closer to Mu Yang, and transferred some spiritual energy into him. Then he opened the window a little to ventilate the room, and pulled down the curtains of Mu Yang's bed.

Just as she was about to leave, she heard Mu Yang mumbling in his sleep behind the bed curtain, and his pale hand grabbed her wrist with a "snap".

Li Yian was startled and reflexively tried to pull his hand away.

During the struggle, Mu Yang was woken up. Mu Yang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes still a little confused. He turned his head and saw Li Yian, and his dark eyes suddenly fluctuated violently.

His grip suddenly tightened even more, pulling Li Yian to his side.

His strength was so great that Li Yian fell on him uncontrollably. His other hand held her waist and held her tightly.

Li Yian felt like he couldn't breathe and felt like he was about to be strangled to death.

"Mu Yang, Mu Yang!" she struggled.

No matter how hard Li Yian struggled, she couldn't escape Mu Yang's embrace. Even after she had regained her full strength, she couldn't move Mu Yang even a little bit.

Mu Yang turned around and pressed her down, pinning her struggling hands to the bed. His cold silver hair fell on her exposed neck. His eyes, slightly red, looked at her face over and over again, trying to confirm that the person in front of him was real and not an illusion.

"Yian, you finally came to see me. If you hadn't come..."

He didn't continue speaking with trembling words. If Li Yian disliked him, he didn't know what he would do.

Being pinned to the bed, unable to get up—when had Li Yian ever experienced such a humiliating situation? "Mu Yang, you..." Mu Yang's eyes were red and moist, and tears dripped onto her cheeks, sliding down her cheeks and onto her neck. Li Yian, who had been struggling violently, gradually stopped.

Mu Yang turned his face away, not wanting her to see his embarrassment. He raised the back of his hand to cover his eyes, as if trying to calm down.

Mu Yang released Li Yian's hand. She tried to get up, but Mu Yang pressed her hand down again, stubbornly preventing her from getting up.

Tears kept flowing out of his eyes, which were not covered by his hands. He turned his face away from her and cried silently.

Is Mu Yang really that sad?

"How are you feeling now?" she asked with a sigh, finally resigned to her fate and stillness. Even after apologizing several times, she still felt guilty.

"Not dead." He said this as if in anger.