Lin Shiyu froze, she quickly lifted her eyes.
She sat on the bed while he stood in front of her. Her face was right in front of his groin.
What was he planning to do?
The room was dimly lit, Fu Qinglun lowered his head to look at her, bringing his fingers to her face, taking off the face veil.
The black face veil fell on the carpet, revealing her beautiful face. He raked his fingers through her hair, picking up her face with gentle movements.
His gaze was tender and filled with affection, the temperature in the room climbed drastically, warming the room in an instant.
Lin Shiyu looked away.
But he picked up her jaw, turning her face around to look at him and he pressed her lips with a calloused thumb.
As he rubbed her lips, he looked entranced. They were beautifully red, just like rose petals. One couldn't help but feel like abusing things that were too beautiful.
