Lu Shaoming picked up the phone carelessly. His eyes were all on the girl's black hair, soft red face, and he was focused on soft sweet taste of her mouth.
He had been both visually and gustatorily stimulated, and he was not in a controlled state.
His big palm touched her little face a couple of times, then slipped down to her pink neck and slowly caressed her.
Ning Qing quickly took the little hand that was covering her lips, firmly clasped the man's arm, and stared at him with bright eyes, not letting him move.
The girl stared at him, but it was unbelievably charming to the man. He bent down slightly and kissed her beautiful hair.
