Added to her fair skin were patches of crimson, much like the red leaves fluttering in Canada's autumn.
Not to mention, the little assistant's cheeks were rosy, and her lips slightly swollen from his kisses, her eyes alluring like silk yet with such a serious expression—it was just so provocative, begging to be dominated!
He arrogantly tightened his embrace around her slender waist, his large hand intentionally squeezing her—one frown creased her brows, and she immediately glared at him: "Yu Zexiao!"
The man curled his lips, like a cat that had eaten its fill, and hummed softly through his nose: "Hmm?"
Such shameless posturing was truly unparalleled in his life; Jian Anning was momentarily speechless, and when she twisted slightly, she found herself held even tighter in his embrace.
