Can't Zhizhi Care Me More?
Under the same starry sky, the atmosphere was filled with a subtle charm.
In a dimly lit room, the moonlight cast a gentle and enchanting glow.
Li Zhi was held by Jin Jingsen's firm grip around her delicate waist, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window.
The moonlight behind her back was translucent and chilly, creating a dreamlike ambiance.
The dancing shadows traced along Jin Jingsen's sharp and stern jawline, meandering down gracefully.
His tense Adam's apple, intoxicated, uncontrollably rolled a few times within his cold, slender neck.
Jin Jingsen's eyes, tainted with a hint of intoxication, seemed to be suppressing something with great effort, yet unable to conceal it entirely.
Li Zhi's dense and velvety lashes shielded the twinkling stars in her watery eyes.
Her voice, soft and seductive, could easily captivate anyone.
"You dare to look at me with those eyes, Little Sen? Aren't you afraid that I'll make you cry later?"