"How about now? Is it heavy?"
"Mmm..."
"How about this? Comfortable?"
"Mmm!"
Her eyes misted with steam, Lian Qiao felt thoroughly relaxed under his ministrations, a blush of light pink adorning her cheeks.
Seeing such a scene was so wonderfully harmonious, the shadows in her heart from killing faded quickly, a smile bloomed on her face unknowingly. Then she leaned down, hooking her arms around his neck and kissed his forehead, softly calling out—
"Liehuo..."
He pecked her face in response, Xing Liehuo couldn't stand such teasing, his voice low and husky, "What is it?"
Looking at the man's strikingly handsome face, Lian Qiao hesitated.
Somewhere in her heart, she wondered, should she say it or not?
Her face turned red, and she instinctively rested her head on his shoulder, mumbling unclearly, "I like you..."
His hand movements paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, fixing his gaze completely on her face, motionless as if struck by lightning.
