Frightened

His strength was neither light nor heavy. He lowered his head and gently bit her collarbone. His strong palm pressed against the back of her neck and pressed her into his arms.

It was as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

Jiang Lingzhi's mind went blank, and her fingertips subconsciously grabbed his clothes.

It was a very strange feeling.

For some reason, she felt a little uneasy, but because it was him, she chose to believe him without reservation.

Under the dim yellow light of the floor lamp.

The young man lowered his eyes, his skin even colder and paler. The black hair in front of his forehead naturally drooped down, half-dried.

The collar of her home clothes was a little big, and she pulled it to reveal a large part of her fair collarbone. It was sexy and seductive, and it made her look inexplicably lustful.

Li Shunan's breathing was a little rough. Heavy, his breath sprayed on the side of her neck.