Tenderness, some lost

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snowdrift below, Xia Yimo suddenly stared at the beautiful face close to him, is so close, close to his thick eyelashes can clearly see, close to his body that the faint breath lingers in his nose... Let her forget the reaction.

Longyaochen's kiss rolled over the cool lips of Xia Yimo and sucked softly. She was not like other women. The clean breath only had the faint taste of bath milk. It was a special charm in such a cold night.

Such a gentle touch, coupled with the words that just disturbed her, Xia Yimo at the moment actually forgot the reaction. Xia Yimo felt a...