His body couldn't hold it any longer, and he swiftly pressed it down.
Although they were separated by a piece of wispy chiffon fabric, they could still feel each other's body warmth.
What ought to come, would come—Xuxu closed her eyes as a sign of defeat. But even with her eyes closed, she could still sense the necklace swaying above her head.
Yan Rusheng pressed kisses against her crimson cheeks and neck. She wondered if his lips were too soft or if her instincts had gone awry. Somehow, she felt that he was being exceptionally gentle.
"You're mine, and you'll be with me forever…"
"Ah Sheng!" All of a sudden, Xuxu opened her eyes which were wet with tears.
Suddenly, the man in front of her froze. He could tell from the uneven tone of her voice that she was crying.
He grew anxious when he saw her tears. "Why are you crying?"
