She failed to help ease Pei Sheng's illness; she didn't know how to comfort Zara Ye's sadness and loss. There was nothing she could do but give herself to her.
His warm index finger traced her cheek and landed on her ear.
Ye Mianrao patiently K!ssed her chin, all the way down. The ties of the bathrobe around her waist were torn open, and the scent of gardenia shower gel filled the air.
The temperature in the room seemed to be rising steadily, and every gas molecule was trembling crazily.
A hard object rubbed against the skin, causing unbearable pain.
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