Jiang Qiran's eyes were as deep as the sea. His slender jade-like fingers were tightly clasped around Ye Linlang's waist, as if they also carried some kind of scorching heat.
Ye Linlang's face flushed red. She slightly gritted her teeth. She had never thought that a boy wearing an iris flower apron could actually be so sensual.
On the sofa, the two of them were so close that their breathing could be heard clearly.
Ye Linlang's nose was filled with the refreshing and pleasant smell of mint from Jiang Qiran's body. Jiang Qiran's palm landed on her waist, and her body felt as if it had been struck by lightning. Her entire body was filled with electricity, and she felt very hot.
It was already autumn and should be very cool, but Ye Linlang felt that her body was extremely hot.
Because they were too close, Ye Linlang could even see the fine hairs on Jiang Qiran's face.
A boy's skin was actually better than a girl's!
