At first, it was a gentle touch, but in the end, the tip of their noses touched. Zhao Zhan's hands held Yue Jiaojiao's face, and there seemed to be a vortex in his eyes that wanted to take her in.
Yue Jiaojiao shut her eyes subconsciously.
Zhao Zhan carefully pressed himself against her forehead. He sat down, and the girl's petite body was curled up in his arms.
There was a gust of wind outside, lifting up the thin window curtains. Yue Jiaojiao shivered subconsciously.
Zhao Zhan then wrapped her in his arms. His heart was beating wildly and his chest was burning hot. Even his thin inner clothes could not hide the warmth. He pressed against the woman in his arms.
Yue Jiaojiao's arms were wrapped around his neck. She was extremely obedient, and her face was as red as a ripe honey fruit in the deep forest.
