After hearing those words, He Qianhui's eyes were brimming with tears, her look pitifully adorable.
To describe her as evoking sympathy would not be an exaggeration.
"What are you crying for? As long as you're with me, you have nothing to fear,"
Before his words had faded away, Zhang Hao couldn't resist the urge to tease the beautiful, delicate woman before him.
As their bodies became entwined, the last remnants of fabric between them gradually ceased to exist.
Perhaps it was the pressure in their hearts, but both of them were exceptionally attentive as they made love.
In the end, the sensation was extraordinarily satisfying.
Even after the passion had subsided, He Qianhui couldn't forget the feeling.
Until sleepiness overcame them, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Several days had passed in a blink, and aside from that one phone call, Liu Gang hadn't made any inappropriate moves.
