"Fei Fei!"
Seeing Ling Fei's fair and jade-like pretty face, Song Tianmo curved his lips and chuckled in a low murmur, calling out her name.
Because of just waking up, that call for Fei Fei was husky and deep, carrying a tempting bewilderment, along with an unusual sense of satisfaction.
Ling Fei felt her heart quiver at his call.
Song Tianmo's arm, which Ling Fei had just slightly pushed away, slid back into its old position, and he tightened his embrace even more than before.
Ling Fei's face was originally two inches away from his, and the same went for the front of her body. With this embrace, their bodies immediately pressed tightly against each other.
Seamlessly, without a single gap.
Although their lips were not touching, they were almost there, and if Ling Fei hadn't leaned her head back, they would already be tightly pressed together by now.