Zhou Pingan shifted uncomfortably. Not only did the girl not let go, but she hugged him even tighter. Her little head burrowed into his neck, and she kept breathing out sweet air. Her fragrant hair touched his cheek, and it was very itchy.
"You smell nice Mommy, I love you..." Yin Linger said in her sleep and kissed the thing next to her mouth.
She kissed Zhou Pingan's Adam's apple.
Now, Zhou Pingan's ears were red. As a gentleman, he had never touched a girl, nor had he been touched by a girl. Now, he did not dare to move, and his palms were full of sweat.
Yin Linger must have been dreaming, thinking that he was Yin Shuiling. Zhou Pingan's mouth was dry, his Adam's apple that she had kissed rolled a little before he lowered his eyes to look at her.
The girl in his arms slept peacefully. The most important thing was that the thin shoulder strap on her right shoulder... it had slipped down.
