Su Wan looked at Jiang Xuecheng's face and gently raised her hand to caress his handsome face.
She smiled slightly. Her clear almond-shaped eyes were illuminated by the light, as if they were flickering with a hazy, clear glow.
"Xuecheng..."
She called his name, and her voice was filled with endless joy. That raised ending tone of hers almost melted his heart.
Jiang Xuecheng was stunned for a moment, then he stared at Su Wan with a scorching gaze. He wrapped his palm around Su Wan's shoulder in an extremely domineering posture.
He then seized Su Wan's slender wrist with his other hand, and held her hand. His low and hoarse voice was somewhat bewitching.
"Wan Wan, are you inviting me?"
Without waiting for Su Wan to answer, Jiang Xuecheng's lips had accurately captured hers.
The cold and delicate fragrance of Jiang Xuecheng's body was floating between her nostrils.
