The brutal truth (1)

The lingering passionate kiss slowly died down and not much longer later, Li Moying seemed as though he had lost all energy as he loosened her and his head was buried around her neck.

Huang Yueli pushed him slightly, "Alright, we've already kissed so can you rest right now?"

Li Moying gave an approving whisper, "Aren't I already reasting?"

Huang Yueli looked up into the sky, resting? Then surely he didn't need to use her as a pillow right?"

However, Li Moying leaned on her entirely and his tall and lofty figure held her under his restraint securely.

His peach blossomed eyes shut lightly and his long and curly lashes seemed like two little fans, as it laid a faint shadow beneath his eyes.

The man's peerlessly handsome face was so close to her, and the warm air which he blew out while breathing all sprayed against Huang Yueli's earlobes, making her face flushed red uncontrollably. Even her ears were starting to burn.