In Lou Wenmao's eyes, su Xianghui was undoubtedly beautiful.
She was so beautiful that he could be drunk and moved.
He had been in love with su Xianghui since a long time ago. However, his feelings for her were even stronger now. They were like pure wine. When he first drank it, the fragrance would linger on his lips and teeth, but the feeling of alcohol would only become stronger later on. Lou Wenmao's kisses were like a storm, but when it came to su Xianghui, he was especially gentle.
He lowered his head and looked deeply at su Xianghui's expression.
This was the woman he loved, the one he loved dearly. He wanted to give her joy and let her feel his love.
At the same time, he couldn't bear to let her be in pain.
Even though he felt like his entire body was about to explode when he heard her voice.
However, even if he was about to explode, he had to control himself. He couldn't let himself lose control and hurt the person he loved.
