After wiping her body, Beiming Han set aside the bath sponge, suddenly remembering their encounter on the boat. This girl bloomed beneath him like a charming blood-stained rose...
It began in the bathtub...
That intense collision of souls that drove him to madness...
Regrettably, the little girl had no memory of that night...
His eyes fell on her fair, little face. Right now, she was as pure as a white rose. He wanted to try again, that soul-piercing, bone-etching intimacy...
How many facets did this little girl have, and how many more surprises would she give him?
Taking a deep breath to suppress his physical desire, he reluctantly released her ankle. Every time he touched this girl, he wanted to tear her apart...
If it weren't for the injury on her arm…
He would have certainly recreated that night today!
