Qiao Qiao shook her head, her eyes revealing traces of anxiety. However, she proceeded to untie the rope bundling her hair and leaned over, kissing Chen Xiaolian’s cheek.
Black silky hair fell down, giving Qiao Qiao an extraordinarily delicate countenance.
Chen Xiaolian could somehow feel that there was a hint of something lurking behind Qiao Qiao’s eyes… anxiety.
Qiao Qiao’s lips kissed onto Chen Xiaolian’s cheeks, nose, lips and neck.
Her actions were somewhat awkward, but Chen Xiaolian could sense the feelings of affection within her actions.
Her body trembled, but she only bit down on her lips. Next, she stretched out her hands and began unbuttoning Chen Xiaolian’s shirt.
She straightened her back and took off her T-shirt.
The girl’s delicate figure that was akin to a blooming flower was presented before Chen Xiaolian. Her arms hugged her chest, seemingly in an attempt to hide her pink coloured bra.
