The slightly cool and soft lips and tongue carried an irresistible force. Jiang Yan struggled slightly, and the hand that was handcuffed at his waist slid to the back of his head.
The man stared at the corner of his eyes, then suddenly stopped. His light-colored but deep eyes stared at him steadily, as if he was thinking.
He seemed to be wondering about the taste of his tears, and his eyes were uncertain.
Jiang Yan silently shed a few more tears, and slowly released the palm of his hand that was supporting the back of his head. Then, the man let go of him and stepped back.
Jiang Yan secretly rejoiced, adjusted the out-of-control expression on his face, and tried his best to calm himself down.
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