Warm, jade-like softness in his arms. If one could have no stray thoughts, they would have to be a saint! At least, that was what Su Bei believed.
Without any explanation, he silently covered her belly with another top.
His solemn actions were like someone walking out of a certain kind of club after finishing his business, casually tossing a few tissues onto the bed for her to clean herself up...
It was just a pity there wasn't a cigarette pinched between his fingers. He wasn't a member either.
Beneath the bright moonlight, Xiao Ruoching's figure was faintly illuminated. She clutched her arms, wrapped tightly across her chest, her slender, delicate feet curled up, her entire body burning hot.
Xiao Ruoching's mind was a tangled mess, her thoughts racing with countless possibilities of what was about to happen.
She could even clearly feel Su Bei's physical reaction.
She couldn't help but slightly lift her hips...
