"What are you thinking about?" Mo Yixuan asked, gently holding He Xiyan's hands, their fingers clasped together.
Like all the lovers who were still in heated love, they were excited and sweet.
He Xiyan didn't answer, just blushing as if her face was attached with a layer of rouge.
She bit her lips, the shyness on her face unable to fade away for a long time.
At this time, the man put his hand on her red face, then moved to her cherry red lips.
Mo Yixuan's face was slightly red at this moment as well. After all, some scenes of what had happened just now in the bathroom still stuck in his mind.
It was the first time that he had felt satisfied in another way. The feeling of gentleness and sweetness made him so indulged that he was even unable to get himself out of that.
This girl who loved him deeply was always obedient and sensible in front of him, even if faced with such a thing.
