Lu Yiming’s large, well-defined palm caressed her small face, and his fingertip, covered with fingerprints, gently caressed the delicate muscles on her face.
This year, he dreamed of her in his dreams.
Sometimes, he would hug her and kiss her in his dreams, and the two of them would roll on the soft big bed. Just like before, his large palm would move on her delicate skin, in his dreams, he could feel her smooth and delicate skin.
Sure enough, it was all real in his dreams. The skin on her face was as delicate as in his dreams.
Lu Yiming’s deep phoenix eyes gradually deepened. His tall and handsome body pushed her into a corner, and the two of them were in an intimate position.
“What do you think I’m doing, huh?”
He did not answer but asked instead, and even raised his voice at the last word.
Jun Xi Qing’s bones softened, and she was seduced by him. He was a charming man, even more beautiful than a woman, and could easily bewitch people.
