"Be obedient!" Ye qingge did not move, and Li beixiao finally gave up.
She looked at li beixiao's outstretched hand. That broad palm seemed to have magic and was so warm.
She reached out her little hand and placed it in his palm. It was a subconscious action, an action without hesitation, as if she was guided by fate.
If she had not rolled away in the morning, ye qingge would not have so many wild thoughts in her mind and would not dare to think about them ...
You can't control your thoughts and emotions. They are intertwined, deep in the bone marrow, and straight to the heart.
Li beixiao's fingers were slender and a little rough. He rubbed ye qingge's soft and white hand. It was only one action, but he was so satisfied.
He knew that no matter how strong he was, no matter how high he stood, in front of this woman, he could only give up everything and be a man, a man who wanted to pamper her.
