The porcelain, white as snow skin that was breakable just by simply blowing or playing with it, was a faceful of collagen covered with a layer of lovely fluff. The facial features were exquisite and beautiful to the extreme. The long hair like seaweed spread on his body, between the bed, even if they were still asleep, it also gave people a fresh and amazing feeling.
They had forgotten to close the curtains before going to bed last night and at this moment, the fine morning breeze blew in from the gap at the window, blowing up the soft hair and sweeping it on his neck, causing waves of itching.
Seeing the delicate and tender peach of immortality right in front of him and in his arms, exuding bursts of fragrance, he could only shut his mouth as he could not eat...
This feeling was simply tougher than endurance training.
