Um...
In a moment, the man released her. Lin Jiaojiao, who had just closed her eyes, was a little stunned. Was it over?
"Yan Sihan...it's not enough." She licked her lips, her small face blushed like a tender peach blossom under the dawn.
She laid in his arms softly like a kitten.
The man seemed to be teasing her intentionally, asking mockingly, "What's not enough?"
Lin Jiaojiao: "..."
She definitely wouldn't say it a second time. Her watery eyes stared at the man's thin lips, her eyes growing rounder as if a cat was gazing at its food.
Then her head aimed at the target and moved forward like a released arrow!
The man didn't dodge, but instead seemed to enjoy it. His fingers intertwined with her soft hair, holding the back of her head in his palm.
Naughtily and warmly as if a block of rock sugar was slowly melting, the sweetness seeped into the heart, making it even harder to let go.
