After sang nuo finished speaking, he bent over slightly, his hands on both sides of her body, and his breath was approaching her.
When she couldn't help but blush and subconsciously turned her head away, his hot breath and hot kiss chased after her and pecked the corner of her cherry-like lips.
she was so embarrassed that she shrank into the blanket and didn't dare to move.
The corners of sang nuo's lips curled up. He then suddenly stood up, walked to the door, and closed it.
Then, he returned to the table. There was only one lamp on in the bedroom, so he tried to avoid the light from her. After adjusting it, he took out her paper and pen. With a big wave of his hand, he lowered his head and started to read.
An Xiaoyang, who was on the bed, opened her eyes.
