Jing Tong is in his room.

Jing Tong couldn't help but bite her lips, her brows slightly furrowing.

Jiang Yu, who had been paying attention to her expression, immediately stopped. His Adam's apple moved and he asked hoarsely, " "Does it hurt?"

Jing Tong looked at the man's slightly serious expression and didn't know why she suddenly felt it was a little funny. Besides being funny, there was an indescribable heartache and soft emotions in her heart.

This man really cared about her, Hanhan.

At the thought of this, she tightened her arms and whispered in the man's ear, " "It's alright, Yingluo."

Her voice was sweet and charming.

To Jiang Yu, these two words were equivalent to some kind of pardon.

His breathing became heavy, and he finally no longer had to restrain himself.

……

The room was filled with Endless Spring.