Di Mo Xuan raised his brow slightly, the good-looking face enhanced with sharp facial features revealed a whiff of bewitching charm.
A man could show his languid style yet without losing his fortitude, like he was born with such attitude in the innate world.
He was probably the only one in the entire world.
"You forgot again…. What must you call me?" Di Mo Xuan lowered his head, his long arm scooped Ye Qing Luo into his arms again.
Ye Qing Luo's cheeks flushed with redness, recalled how much he had wanted her to call him "Ah Xuan". Her face turned even hotter.
"Then let me give you a friendly reminder."
He just finished his sentence and lifted Ye Qing Luo over, her waist was tightened by his arms.
He had leaned over and covered her lips.
Gentle and deep, extremely lingering.
It was as if all the emotions were infused into this kiss.
The sandalwood scent lingered all over Ye Qing Luo's breath.
