"But what if I still feel that I don't get to see you enough?" Han Zhuoli lifted her up, pressing her against the door so that he need not bend down to be able to kiss her.
His lips caressed her soft ones gently, exploring the insides of her mouth and leaving his taste on her lips.
Lu Man laughed uncontrollably. His love for her was written all over his handsome face, completely unconcealed from the world.
Lu Man felt that a talented and handsome man like Han Zhouli was meant to stand on a much higher pedestal than others right from his birth; he was a godly existence, making others look up to him.
Thinking about her past life, for her, he was an elusive existence that she could only dream of but never have.
Yet, somehow in this lifetime, Han Zhouli, a respectable, unreachable and powerful man, was in love with her and treating her extremely well.
The love and adoration in his eyes could not be faked.
