Seeing that she was not against him playing with her fingers meekly, Long Yang glanced at Lu Liangwei tenderly, and the corners of his mouth curved upward in pleasure.
Lu Liangwei finally understood. "Oh, so that's what you were talking about."
Long Yang placed her hand in his palm and spread her fingers open. He realized that her hand was really tiny, or were the hands of women always this soft and small?
He had never noticed other women's hands before, but he developed a fondness for Lu Liangwei's fingers.
Her dainty palm was fair and smooth as if carved from the finest jade.
Looking at her fingertips, he suddenly recalled that day when she had fallen asleep and put his finger in her mouth.
His heart pounded a little, and he stared at her slender fingers for some time before finally letting go of her reluctantly.
