"What's wrong?" Ji Junyao was stunned when Lin Chang 'an held her cold hand.
His heart trembled slightly.
He wouldn't reject her, would he?
But then, a pair of warm hands touched her cold back, and Ji Junyao felt as if she had been electrocuted.
His body trembled, and his heart beat so violently that it almost jumped out of his chest.
Although he had already made up his mind, he still couldn't stop his body from trembling.
Lin Chang 'an thought that the next time they would meet was likely to be ten years later.
Then, this time, he could not leave any regrets.
The sound of a click was so clear in the night.
Her black lace-edged undergarments fell, as thin as a feather, and were hidden in the darkness of the night.
Her maroon skin was exposed, and it was so moving in the night.
Ji Junyao's breathing quickened, and she was extremely nervous.
It was like holding a lute in one's arms.