"I was injured on the hand and head, not here." As the man spoke, he pressed her with his uninjured hand, even swinging his hips.
Feng Ling: "…
She tried to get down from the man but was held by the man.
"I know you are tired. I won't force you. I just want to hug you." Li Nanheng just wanted to hug the poor five-year-old girl in the jungle. He hugged her, rubbed her fair cheek with the tip of his nose very comfortably, and kissed her little dimple.
There was a little dimple at one corner of Feng Ling's mouth. As long as she smiled, the dimple could be seen, adding a touch of naughtiness to her face that was usually deadpan.
"Your skin is so good. Don't use those skincare products. Your skin is smooth and tender enough. I can see that you don't like to use those things yourself."
"...Really?"
