Tang Xinluo was placed on the bed by Lu Yuchen, and then the warm embrace disappeared...
"Where are you going... Why don't you help me...?"
Tang Xinluo's face was still buried in the pillow, and unconscious complaints came out of her mouth with a hint of coquettishness.
Even when she's angry she's so delicate.
The man couldn't help but curl his lips, thinking that this little woman was really delicate.
Lu Yuchen lowered his head and kissed her lips, blocking her delicate gasps.
He had never kissed a woman before, but when he met her for the first time, he kissed her for some reason.
And then they kissed each other again and again, because he found that kissing her felt actually quite good.
This time, he took the initiative to kiss her lips again.
But her delicate lips were blocked by Lu Yuchen's domineering hands, and all the words of protest were sealed under his thin lips.
Her beautiful peach blossom eyes had long been soaked with tears, and her contact lenses had fallen somewhere. At the moment, her head was dizzy and she couldn't see the man's facial features clearly. She could only rely on instinct for help.
"How do you want me to help you, huh?" he asked knowingly.
She didn't know, and could only helplessly stare at him pitifully with her eyes full of water. (To be continued)