Josnian was very careful, as if he were treating a piece of China that he dared not touch, for fear that his actions would be too violent and would hurt her again.

His lips were soft and hot, which made Huanglian feel as weak as electricity, and his hands slowly slid down. He reached into his windbreaker and hugged him tightly through his thin close-fitting shirt.

The warm shirt on the little hand came, no doubt like a trumpet sounded in Josnian's ear. He put his arms around her waist and pressed them against herself.

Huanglian has never had such an experience before. She only feels that her head is...