Ning Li was enclosed in his arms, both of their breaths intermingling.
The temperature of his body could be felt more keenly in the silence all around them.
She was wearing a pair of low-waisted jeans today, and a cropped t-shirt on her upper body. When he pulled her over to him, part of her slender and white waist was revealed.
His hand inevitably fell on her waist.
The moment he touched her, his breathing halted for a moment.
Soft, slender, and smooth.
His slightly calloused fingertips rubbed against her skin, the roughness causing a slight friction.
She bent her waist and melted further into his embrace.
Lu Huaiyu kissed her and pressed her more firmly into his embrace.
His deep voice broke between her lips and teeth, and he coaxed her in a slightly hoarse voice, "Behave and adjust your own clothes."
