"Haofeng!"
Bai Xiaoxiao softly called his name.
If this continued, there would be no way to have a proper conversation.
Luo Haofeng sighed lightly, left her lips, and pulled back slightly to gaze at her deeply, "Xiaoxiao, do you know? When I can't see you, I think about seeing you every second and minute, feeling like there's so much I want to say to you."
"..."
Bai Xiaoxiao's heart softened, and her watery eyes involuntarily filled with tender feelings.
Luo Haofeng's voice was low and deep in her ear, carrying a hint of powerlessness toward himself, "But once I see you, I can't help but want to hold you, kiss you, and even do more and more things."
"..."
"Xiaoxiao, I think I'm sick."
"What kind of sickness?"
Bai Xiaoxiao didn't know whether to laugh or feel sorry.
He was a normal man, and having such thoughts in front of the woman he loved was completely normal.
Bai Xiaoxiao wasn't completely against premarital sex.
