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Sitting beside Hong Ayi, Jiang Lu stretched his hand around her swan-like, elegantly curved, snow-white neck, elbow propped on her distinct collarbone, allowing his forearm to naturally dangle.
Even when at the casino, he had felt the softness with his palm, but at that time, there were too many eyes around, making Jiang Lu subconsciously hold back, barely skimming the surface. Even if it were the delicacy ginseng fruit, it was like Zhu Bajie, simply swallowed whole without tasting anything.
But now was different, the night was long, and there was plenty of time to slowly savor.
Through the clothes, Jiang Lu couldn't see the situation underneath his hand, only groping by feel, which didn't make him impatient. On the contrary, it was as if he were wearing a blindfold, adding a hint of fun to what should've been a plain, gradual heating up.
