Yu Yourong lowered her eyes and looked at him.
The jade-like palm slowly grasped the slightly pink neck, and the slender fingers stroked the earlobe and fell on the back of the neck.
The most vulnerable part of the human body was held in his palm, and the person being held was happy to do it and was as docile as a domestic animal.
Mei Shengxue looked up at him firmly, her slender neck bent backwards, her eyelashes trembling, light and shadow floating in her eyes, like a broken iceberg, or like a plum branch bent and swaying by the snow on a winter night, willingly enduring all the damage.
That's all.
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