At this moment, the two of them were pressed close together, and Zhang Xiaoshan could clearly feel the softness behind him. His breathing became disordered and deep, and in the next moment, Jia Lanhua, seeing that Zhang Xiaoshan didn't make a move, did something even more provocative. As an opera singer and former lead performer, she was tall, and with a slight tip-toe, she rested her head on Zhang Xiaoshan's left shoulder.
"Little Shan, don't leave tonight, okay?"
Her voice was soft and delicate, enough to soften someone to the bones. The breath that passed her lightly parted lips caressed Zhang Xiaoshan's cheek and ear, and immediately, Zhang Xiaoshan's heart felt as if it were being crawled over by countless ants, biting at him fiercely.
"Gurgle."
Zhang Xiaoshan swallowed hard, though he had wanted to say something, he couldn't utter a single word.
