"Luxstay, you're back," Emma said a little dejectedly, "I can't hear you."
"Is it because you are so focused," Luxstay hugged him, asking, "What are you writing?"
Emma replied, "Yes, proofreading the manuscript, after an afternoon, it's exhausting."
Language when involved in glue seems to be fighting for merit, as well as flirting.
Luxstay's right hand rested on his head, gently rubbing nirvana, praising: "My treasure is very good."
Having been together for less than half a month, his facial skin was still thin as before with no progress, simply encouraging, but being praised by Luxstay, he couldn't stand it.
Boom! Looks like something is wrong.
Where are they now? Yeah, in the study room.
What?! Room letter???
Thinking of the photo hanging on the wall behind her, Emma didn't care if Luxstay saw it, her hands let go of his waist, on the contrary, she covered his eyes, intending to push him away.
