My Love.
It was the final gift Lin Xuanji had left behind for him.
Lin Xuanji had left some words behind for him. If he were to fall in love with someone in the future, he was to give My Love to her.
Jun Xiqing touched the necklace, it was cold and felt really nice to the touch.
She tugged on it, wanting to pull the necklace away.
But a large hand appeared, grasping her slim wrist.
Hiss.
Jun Xiqing knitted her brows. "It hurts."
She was forced to let go of the necklace. Lu Yeming waved his arm, flinging her onto the seat and her dress billowed out around her. With her hair scattered around, he leaned over, lying on top of her.
"Be good, don't be greedy. This is not something you can touch," he said.
Jun Xiqing had no idea what he was saying. It was hot, it felt so hot, she squirmed underneath him.
