Lin Fan covered his red cheeks, but couldn't help but peek at him in the cracks of his fingers. When her eyes met each other, she immediately closed her eyes and became even more shy.
What's going on?
Why do you always want to get close to him?
Why can't I help looking at him?
Why is my heart beating wildly?
Why don’t you want to leave so much?
Is it just because of my previous heartbeat?
Maybe, but now it is getting more and more intense, and I don’t want to leave him...
I feel so at ease and comfortable in his arms.
That faint, seemingly non-existent sound came from his neck, intoxicating, and entangled her so hard that she could not think normally.
My mind was in chaos until he kissed her lips again.
His kiss was so gentle, not like An Luoming's cruelty, not like Zhou Qihao's clumsiness, not like Beimubing's fermenting the stone wall, but made her obsessed with selflessness again and again.