The season of falling snow (39)

Xiajun Zihao's eyes turned darker and darker. He seemed to be losing control of something.

He grabbed Xie Yan 'er's hand, trying to pull her away.

However, after he grabbed it, the smooth and soft touch in his palm made him reluctant to let go.

Xie Yan 'er didn't know why, but she felt as if she had been bewitched. She was surrounded by xiajun Zihao's aura.

The strong aura made her want to get closer.

Especially when he grabbed her wrist with his hand. That kind of strength made her feel the strength of a man and a strong sense of security.

There was also a feeling that people no longer had to approach by themselves.

Xie Yan 'er couldn't help but gently reach out and hug xiajun Zihao's waist.

Xiajun Zihao's breathing became heavier. Her softness and fragrance were really testing his self-control.

His body trembled, and his eyes darkened. He grabbed Xie Yan 'er's hand and pulled her to the bed behind him, and she leaned on it.