Even with her eyes closed, she knew his dimensions…
Her cheeks flushed slightly. Beiming Han stared at the girl in front of him, who was wearing only one of his shirts. Her long, black hair as dark as seaweed draped over her shoulders, the white material of the shirt catching a faint shimmer, making her look like a cute little angel.
The man's gaze fell on her slightly parted lips. The little girl's lips were indeed small, but their shape was very pretty, and he slowly began to approach her...
Gu Qingxin nervously looked up, automatically retreating until she fell back onto the bed, exclaiming, "Young Master…"
"Not being obedient again, what did I say? Call me by my name when no one else is around."
"I will remember," Gu Qingxin felt danger and promptly complied.
"What do you call me?" Beiming Han was eager to hear his own name from her mouth.
