The voice was low and deep, and the emotions were all drawn into the depths, as if it was just a faint statement, but after all, it was still word by word, all stuck in her heart, like countless stones thrown into the original lake surface, wafting round and round. Water pattern.
Mo Shichen didn’t make a sound, and even his original rapid and heavy breathing disappeared, and all the ambiguity settled down.
She lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously clutching the bathrobe on his body, seemingly dazed by her absence.
He held his breath and slowly approached her, maintaining this thin distance. After more than ten seconds, she did not respond to it, so he pressed his thin lips once. Up.
Gradually touching, to a shallow k!ss, and finally to a deep k!ss.
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