Lu Jianshen withdrew his hand and continued kissing her.
But the kiss became more and more frenzied.
In the end, he leaned his forehead against hers, his voice rough and sexy, filled with immense restraint, "Xixi..."
"Really can't do it?" His delicate and fair fingers hooked her black hair, and his eyes were a restrained red.
"Do you want to?" Nan Xi asked in a voice as low as a mosquito's.
"Want, really want, very much so."
He answered straightforwardly and directly, not wanting to disguise it any longer.
Nan Xi admitted that upon hearing this phrase, she had completely fallen apart, forgetting everything.
The moment she extended her arms and wrapped them around Lu Jianshen's neck, pressing her lips to his, that was it.
The morning light was tender beyond words.
The bedroom was filled with a floating fragrance.
When Nan Xi opened her eyes again, it was already close to noon.
Her whole body felt as if it had fallen apart, limp and without an ounce of strength.
