If It Hurts, That Means It Isn't a Dream

Lu Man looked at him, surprised. He could kiss her, but how could he bite her!

Still nibbling on her lips, he laughed lowly and quietly.

His voice rang like metal and jade hitting on each other. His breath blew lightly on her lips and almost slithered its way into her mouth.

"Does it hurt?" Han Zhuoli squinted his eyes happily.

"Why don't you give it a try too?" Lu Man immediately bit him too.

However, Han Zhuoli did not feel any pain at all. She had used only a little amount of force as if she was afraid of hurting him.

"If it hurts, that means it isn't a dream." Han Zhuoli caved in and kissed her lips adoringly.

His embrace was so tight, yet so hot.

His chest and elbows were as hard as rocks.

When he kissed her, he was so serious, and the touch felt very realistic.

When he bit her, the pain was real too.

Lu Man knew that this was not a dream, but she still felt uneasy.