The silky touch on his hand is even more pleasant than the fine silk, and Zhuo Tianxiong is reluctant to let go for a while.

Over the years, with his sword in his grip, his rough hands wandered on his face. Although Johanney closed his eyes like this, he also imagined that Zhuo Tianxiong's gentle and wispy eyes were turning a little red.

She dared not open her eyes, but her heart was reluctant to part with it. There were some ripples on the calm heart lake, which rippled and became tense again and again.

Men's fingers scratch through the thick brocade of skin, gently rubbing the belly of their...