Turning her head, Jing Haohao could clearly see through the mirror, reflections of two intertwined figures.
Tightly entangled, their bond was so intimate that it allowed no room for even a slight of air.
The man in the mirror was ravishingly handsome. His eyes radiated an intense charm that could drive anyone crazy. The woman, beautiful and fair-skinned, was incredibly alluring.
The man was domineering, the woman was gentle. They were such a perfect match. Truly made for each other.
Surprisingly, Jing Haohao even perceived a trace of affectionate pain and love on Liang Chen's face as he hungrily bit her shoulder.
The scene resembled a magnificent living painting, so beautiful that it left one speechless.
Any spectator would be entranced, including Jing Haohao. She took her time to come back to reality, awakening abruptly when she felt a strong tremor inside her.
