Her body was just as he remembered, soft and delicate, and oddly enough, it gave his broad and strong chest a sense of fulfillment.
Liang Chen was already holding Jing Haohao tightly, but he still pulled her even closer into his arms unsatisfiedly.
His grip was tight, enough to feel painful on Jing Haohao's back.
Jing Haohao instinctively struggled a bit, wanting him to loosen his grip, but suddenly Liang Chen freed one of his hands. He clutched her arm and gently entwined it around his waist. He whispered into her ear against the crisp wind on the highway, "Haohao, hold onto me."
This strong and domineering man had never spoken in such a pleading tone before.
Jing Haohao's body gently trembled in his arms, and her hands instinctively clung to his waist.
As if he achieved immense satisfaction, he pulled her further into his embrace and buried his head on her shoulder.
