Even with a scar on the face, the charm is still there.

Xia Anlan reached out and brushed away the loose hair on su ningmei's face, his fingers gently caressing her face.

His fingers moved down from her brows, down her nose to her lips, and he caressed them.

In her sleep, su ningmei's lips moved and she subconsciously licked Xia Anlan's fingertips.

The moment the soft, moist, and warm Tip of her tongue licked his fingertips, Xia Anlan felt as if an electric current had passed through his body. It was numb and tingling, and it made his body itch.

e Xia Anlan's eyes darkened and he squinted.

His fingers lingered on su ningmei's Red lips for a moment. In the end, they moved down her chin and down to her neck. He placed his fingers on the artery on her neck and felt his pulse. His fingers trembled with her, and it was as if his heart was throbbing with her.

Xia Anlan's slender and fair fingers were like a perfect piece of art. His fingers hooked onto the lapels of su ningmei's pajamas, and then he gently lifted them up.