Yan Jiuchao felt the ghost fire burn all the way to the bottom of his heart, burning his entire heart.
On the way here, he had imagined countless reactions to seeing this birthmark. However, when he really reached this step, he realized that all his imaginations did not count. An indescribable emotion spread in his heart, and even his breathing became heavy.
The night was very quiet. Yu Wan heard his panting. In the dark night, it was like a seductive hand brushing past her heart, and even her bones went soft.
Wasn't this progress too fast? Yu Wan thought to herself.
Yan Jiuchao's cold fingertips brushed past the sexy waist and landed on the green ghost fire. His throat moved and he said, "Is this a birthmark?"
"What birthmark?" Yu Wan turned around in confusion. Her body also tilted slightly because of this action, inadvertently revealing half of her alluring softness that was vaguely covered by her beautiful hair.
