Jiang Ruolan lay in Xian Zihao's arms all night long. He had been hugging her and kissing her. His breathing had gradually become rough and heavy, and the kissing had become even more wanton and intense, yet he was also very careful as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Jiang Ruolan panted and called out his name, paying great attention to the wound on his shoulder.
Xian Zihao was staring at her with eyes that seemed to burn with fire.
Jiang Ruolan's whole face flushed, and she shifted her gaze away, couldn't bear to see the sight of burning lust that was not hidden in Xian Zihao's eyes.
A hand slipped into her silky hair and cupped her face. Jiang Ruolan had let Xian Zihao quench his thirst, roll over and suck every inch of her soft lips. The next move really had caused her to moan loudly.
"Zihao, we should stop. Your injuries are still not healed." Jiang Ruolan wanted to stop him. She raised her hand and rested it on his shoulder.
