Although he is a cold-blooded man and unkind to women, she can please him, and he still loves her little daughter very much...
Perhaps this is the biggest difference between family affection and love.
One will never go bad, but the other will expire at any time.
Zhongqing tossed and turned in her sleep. She felt warm hands touching her eyebrows, lips, neck, and those fingers. They were soft, warm, and comfortable...
She did not open her eyes, but vaguely felt as if someone was sitting in front of her bed. She closed her eyes, it was dark, and she slightly curved her lips with a sweet smile.
Only in dreams can you feel so warm and comfortable.
She knew clearly that this was a dream, but she still tried her best not to wake up and let herself fall into this tender world.
She held her breath, fearing that she might accidentally break such a beautiful dream.
She felt soft lips, gently touching her fingers, her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips, and then stayed on them, never leaving.
Those lips exuded a faint fragrance. She couldn't help but stick out the tip of her tongue and licked it gently, but she felt extremely numb, which made her whole body tremble.
She didn't know how much temptation her small movements gave Yi Jian, who was sitting beside her bed. The man's clear eyes became particularly blurry at that moment. His throat rolled, and he didn't move away.
He didn't get close, he just let her naughty tongue lick randomly.
His hand slowly took her hand, holding it tightly in his hand, wrapping it in warmth, giving her the illusion of "holding her hand and growing old together with her".
Zhong Qing finally got tired, and when the tip of her tongue retracted, Yi Jian tightly sucked the tip of her tongue, refusing to let her retract and wrap around it.
Like two slippery little snakes entangled.
Their breathing quickened at that moment, and he felt that his body became hard under such a kiss, and her softness also became erect.
"Xiaoqing...trust me...you will be fine."
Then, he deepened the kiss.
Zhongqing thought it was a dream. She was kissing him. It was just like that ice and snow night when they were warming each other in that half-finished house. When they kissed, the feeling was exactly the same.
