The fresh scent that gradually swayed between the lips was memorable.
Wang Lu gently touched his lips and then subconsciously smiled.
These almost the same words and kiss caused the memories of the two generations to intertwine. The figure of the beautiful woman in front of him had also become blurred.
In a trance, he seemed to see ()that Junior Sister who was crying in his arms, fearing for the future. In his heart, there was an endless desire to protect her at all cost.
However, when he came to his senses, the woman in white had already stood on top of the hill with a newly picked bamboo branch at her waist. Facing the sun, the light cast on her stretched her infinitely beautiful body.
