He held me in his arms, some rough fingers gently floating in my face, I greedily absorbed the taste of his body, occasionally kissed his face, but he just looked at me, as if thinking about something.

I hit his chest with my head and said, "whoa..." I rubbed my head. Is this guy's chest muscle getting stronger and stronger? It's still a little painful after such a bump!

"Arnold! What's the matter? " He picked up my head in a hurry and heartache, his eyes full of concern.

"why don't you look at me and say..." Before I finished speaking, a warm kiss came down

"lol, I didn't dream....