She clutched his shirt tightly with both hands. Her face was thoroughly reddened, and she stuttered, "From… from your kisses."
Han Zhuoling: "…"
He also finally noticed that Shi Xiaoya's lips were really ridiculously swollen. Blood veins were now visible on the surface, as if they would pop out any moment.
It was evident how hard he had kissed her.
As long as he saw her beautiful lips, he just could not help but kiss them.
In the end, he did not manage to control it.
Han Zhuoling's Adam's apple rumbled; he felt an indescribable heat in his body.
He pulled Shi Xiaoya into his arms, hugging her tightly, making her chest pressed tightly against his.
If he did not look, he would be able to restrain the urge to kiss her temporarily.
She had originally already washed up nicely. Her hair was tied up in a bun, which had long been messed up by his hands.
