Su Qianxun lowered her head and buried her face in Long Sijue's chest. Long Sijue gazed at her long, fluttering eyelashes and brushed her long hair to the back with his large hand. Her soft, silky hair felt cold to the touch, and it was exceptionally comforting to run his fingers through it…
He absolutely adored every single part of this little thing. She was so exquisite that he could not get his hands off her.
Her sudden appearance in his life was definitely an accident, but it was an accident that he was very contented with...
Long Sijue could barely control himself. He lowered his head and kissed her small, cherry-like lips. He slipped his large hand under her shirt and started to caress her body...
By the time the car stopped, both of them were panting heavily, and Su Qianxun's clothes had become nearly undone. She looked at the man in front of her who was still neatly dressed. Not a single crease was on his suit.
