His expression was never soft, and his voice was like an irresistible temptation/confusion. Xiaoxiao finally got up and went around the other side of the bed, lay down on the bed, rested his head on his thighs, let his big hands lift his hair, and the warm wind gently brushed his cheeks. She closed her eyes slowly and felt his big hand wandering between her hair. A strange warm current came out from the bottom of her heart and slowly penetrated her whole body. His big hands occasionally slipped across her face, and she could clearly feel that he was a little reluctant and connected, and his face was involuntarily...