230 I Am Not Saying That I Am Not Allowing You To Kiss Me

Lu Shaoming went back to his office and saw a pink ball curled up on his sofa. The lights in the office were not piercing to the eye, and it gave the girl a warm glow on her entire body.

He froze for a while. He was used to being single, and it turns out that having someone to wait for you felt so…good.

He walked towards her and slowly bent his waist down. He placed the document in his hand down on the back of the sofa. He was hovering in mid-air to look the girl who was in deep sleep.

Because of her drowsiness, her small white face had a thin layer of powder, and the light shone through her milky white skin. Her skin still had the radiance of its moist youthfulness. He couldn't help it; he had the heart to banter with her. He lifted his left index finger to lightly poke her small face.

He made a small dent, but it instantly bounced back. It was like cotton candy — incredibly elastic.