Yu Jiuchong couldn't take his hands off her. He never knew that there was such an " object " in the world that was so easy to touch. He couldn't help but use more strength in his long fingers as he caressed her face.
Wu, Wu, Wu. the sensitive White Night was " tormented " to the point of being aware of the " squeak " even when she was in cultivation. Her long eyelashes even fluttered slightly because of this.
However, in the night, Yu Jiuchong felt that her eyelashes fluttered like a lively little butterfly, playing with the moonlight that shone on her eyelashes. She was so cute.
"Oh Yingluo little thing, you're really good-looking." Yu Jiuchong looked at Bai Ye's exquisite features under the moonlight, like a Little Lotus bud waiting to bloom. It was like he had just found his favorite little treasure, and he couldn't help but reach out to play with her face, her eyelashes, and her eyelashes.
