Other than Zuo Hancheng, No One Can Match Him (2)

Anhao's hand stopped on his chest. She opened her palm and pressed it on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Sensing her subtle movements, Zuo Hancheng's gentle kiss suddenly deepened, but it was not particularly fierce. Instead, it turned from warmth to a deeper entanglement.

His palm was tightly clasped on the back of her head. The two of them had different medicinal smells on their bodies, and they were both pale. Under the sun, they kissed each other gently because they had not lost each other. It was as if they were silently licking each other's wounds.

In the past.

In Zuo Hancheng's world, he thought that the only thing he could bring Anhao was a peaceful and blissful life, and not the bloody killings and vagrants from ten years ago.

At this very moment, Anhao, who was full of injuries, was like a gentle cat in his arms. Her thin and thick kisses were her undying love.