His fingertips gently slid across her white porcelain skin, and landed on her cherry blossom-colored lips. He looked at the top of her head, his eyes flowing tenderly: "Xiaoqing, if you don't love me, you won't love me...
...It's nothing...just being together is fine."
There was a pulse of warmth flowing through her heart.
She liked that he pampered her like this.
Endless pampering.
She felt as warm as if there were countless flowers blooming in her heart.
She nestled in his arms with nostalgia, and gently drew circles on his chest with her soft little hands, which made him uneasy.
"Jane...you are so kind...if it stays like this for the rest of your life, that would be great..."
He grabbed her fingers, trapping her small movements, and said in a strong tone: "Be more careful with your hands..."
Zhong Qing raised her head and saw that there was suppressed rolling in his dark pupils as he stared at her quietly.
She blushed, her heart skipped a beat, and then she nestled obediently on his chest, feeling his body temperature getting higher and higher.
She asked in a soft voice: "Is it difficult?"
He didn't say anything, as if he was holding back something.
Zhong Qing thought for a while, stretched out her hand and slid it down along his skin.
He grabbed her hand and refused to let her act recklessly. He warned in a hoarse voice: "Don't make trouble..."
"Let me help you..." She murmured and held Yi Harden tremblingly.
Zhong Qing is a stranger and doesn't come often. Yi Jian holds her hand and leads her, one back and forth, one up and one down.
It was inevitable that sometimes her strength would be out of control and she would hurt him accidentally. He frowned and warned her.
She raised her head, arched her eyebrows, smiled sweetly, then slowed down her strength, her face full of shyness.
After a long time, when her wrist started to hurt, she felt something come out and sprayed on the palm of her hand, making it sticky.
She frowned, looking at what was smeared on Yi Jian's clothes, and even rolled her eyes at him: "It's disgusting...it's all yours...you are so old, and you still wet the bed...
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Yi Jian's expression paused for a moment, and then she heard Zhong Qing's surprised voice again: "Hey, why has Yi Jianguang become smaller... It's still so soft, like water, is it possible for him to be soft again?"
