The faint scent of sandalwood on Li Shaoyun's body filled the tip of his nose. His warm breath tugged at her heartstrings, making her heart beat faster.
Jing Yunzhao's cold face turned slightly red, making her look seductive. Li Shaoyun's eyes were gentle, as if he wanted to dye the woman in front of him into ink.
Their auras intertwined, as if they were at that moment, forever.
The heavy breathing made Jing Yunzhao's face turn red. The weather had turned cold in November, but Jing Yunzhao felt that the air around her was so hot that it made her uncomfortable.
They parted after a long time, and Jing Yunzhao looked to the side.
"Ah Zhao, your taste is very sweet."Li Shaoyun said slowly.
In an instant, Jing Yunzhao looked like a cooked shrimp.
"You're not bad yourself." He pretended to be calm and said.
