the residual temperature

This was the banquet hall, and the air conditioner was on full blast. She was dressed thinly, so she would definitely feel cold if she slept here.

She had a weak constitution and could easily catch a cold.

Sigh, without him by her side, why did she still not know how to take care of herself?

Si linghan's brows furrowed slightly, but his eyes softened when he saw her.

" my little duo er, yingluo. " he lowered his body slightly and looked at her up close.

little by little, he drew out all her lines.

He really wanted to reach out and touch her face, her skin, and feel that long-lost touch. He even wanted to kiss her.

a person's desires were truly limitless.

he had only wanted to look at her from afar, but at this moment, he wanted to hug her and kiss her.

if he really had to do that, perhaps the evil thoughts of possessing her would madly emerge again, blind his heart and rationality, and make him the demon who imprisoned her again.