Luo Haofeng's place is not far from Yi Pin Xuan Pavilion.
On this Lantern Festival night, he drove slowly.
However, after a dozen minutes, the car arrived at his neighborhood.
Even though he was back in City B, the house was cleaned daily, with no signs of being uninhabited.
Luo Haofeng opened the door, led Bai Xiaoxiao into the living room, and closed the door behind them.
The crystal lights illuminated the room, and his gaze towards her immediately grew fervent.
Bai Xiaoxiao felt his burning gaze, and her heart missed a beat.
She gently pressed her lips together, lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze.
"Xiaoxiao."
The voice in her ear was deep and hoarse.
Like sandpaper finely ground, carrying a masculine magnetism.
And that heartbeat, within his soft call, lost its rhythm.
The man in front of her slowly leaned down, the air around her nose was driven away by his strong and masculine scent.
Luo Haofeng cupped the back of her head and kissed her...
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